#iwaizumi x fem!reader

[nkogneatho]

pasi do you think iwaizumi had a slut era when he was at college in california >.> 🎤

—cw: fem!reader, slight cockwarming, nicknames, both reader and iwa are kinda dominating.

absolutely!!! he was a hot shot in high school, but with all the burning teen passion in him, he never really put that much emphasis and importance on romance.

but as soon as iwa went to a new country, something in him shifted. yeah, he was still very career oriented but the foreign air had gotten to him. no one can deny he looks hot. And those biceps???!! helloo?!! all the girls at his university were obsessed with him. he didn't show it at first but he liked the attention. the rude and tough personality was now easing in into a more flirtatious and smug one.

it boosted his ego. especially when he found there was an ongoing rumor about the size of his cock among all the girls in the university. he'd become such a slut, fucking girls left and right. one of his moves were to ask the girl if they woukd tutor him (knowing damn well he has the textbooks inked in his brain), and then lure them in with his sweet words. then fuck them. there were times (a lot of times), his roommate walked in on him with every new chick.

but it got on his nerves that out of all the girls in the uni, why were you not interested in him. he had tried to hit on you a few times but all you did was ignore or replied with sarcasm. it's not that you didn't find him hot. he was packed. you just didn't want to fuel his ego and become a nobody the next day. you wanted to leave an imprint on his mind.

so now when he had you on top of him, he was salivating. his big torso casting a shadow in the nightlight on the bed.

"c'mon. I didn't ask you to shut up. tell me the answer, hajime," you cooed.

"demand analysis is—fuck!" his speech struggled as you clenched your pussy around his dick. "just move goddamit."

"answer me first. or have you become too much if a slut that your brain cannot remember anything else?" your tone taunting. he tried to furrow his brows in fury at being called slut but the way his cock twitched inside you, you knew he liked that remark.

"fuck this shit." he threw the textbook off your hand to the other side of the bed and grabbed you by your hips. you moaned when he picked you yp before slamming you down on him.

"anh! this—this isn't fair. you didn't answer," you closed your eyes, still complaining.

"shut up, princess or i won't let you come." His hips had started catching up to a desired pace.

"fuckfuck!ugh! what—oh what about the test?"

"i know everything. i called you over to fuck this pretty pussy." you knew it was going to happen. you came with the same intention. you don't wear a matching set on any normal day. you threw him further on the bed, his back hitting the plain. your hands placed each on the either side if his pelvis bone.

"i knew you were a slut, iwaizumi hajime," you angled yourself in such a way that your clit would rub against his skin as his dick is busy plunging deep inside you. "good thing i know how to use a slut."

#iwaizumi smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x fem!reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #soulmoots.°•♡ #fawn♡

[kirbyskisses]

iwa iwa iwa iwa! :(((

iwa who teaches you to touch yourself :(

iwa who’s there to coax you through it, telling you how hard your cute little clit is for him as you sit help on his lap, forced to look at your nude form sat atop him, trembling cunt stuffed with two of your own fingers :(

“god, baby.” he coos. “you’re so turned on. so ready to cum.”

he whispers it against your neck, sucking on the soft skin with a proud, teasing smile.

he can feel you dripping on his fingers but he won't put them in yet. oh no, no, no - not when he has this perfect opportunity to watch his baby make herself cum for the first time.

iwaizumi whose steely eyes soften at your desperate, mewling attempts - hastily pumping your fingers into your own dripping entrance, tearfully trying to make yourself cum. 

“such a pretty pussy. and all mine.” he plants a kiss at the shell of your ear. “she’s mine, right cutie? that’s how i know what she needs. ‘m gonna teach you what she needs okay, angel?”

your mouth falls open, lips swollen from how much he’s kissed you - a distressed whine falling from you lips. 

 “can’t - haji. m’ fingers aren’t like yours!” you sob weakly, pussy walls squeezing pathetically around the thin digits inside you.

he chuckles a bit - you are right in a way.

his thick fingers, calloused but so, so experienced with massaging and feeling every inch of your body - they could make you come undone in seconds.

he’d be lying if he said it didn’t appeal to him; head swimming with the image of you as a sobbing, gushing little mess that can’t stop creaming nice and hard onto his hand.

but he wants to see you draw yourself to that euphoria.

“you can. baby you’re so beautiful on your little fingers. go on, add another. my perfect girl.”

“haji’ i can’t! ‘s embarrassing!!”

iwaizumi who ignores your plea, unfurling your small hand with his own sturdy one and making you rock your grinding hips onto a third, trembling finger. who thumbs your tears away before his hands return down your body to your hips.

“shh. nothing to be embarrassed about.” he gives a low, handsome chuckle - the type you can feel through his chest and his thumbs massage your hip bones. “don’t f’rget to thumb that clit, baby - she needs attention too.”

iwaizumi who kisses your cheek while all your pretty head can think of is how good his lips would feel attending to the wet, hard little bud rather than the sloppy, inexperienced circles of your now wet thumb.

“h-haji!” you sob, hips grinding into filthy little rolls trying to create some kind of friction on iwaizumi’s sturdy lap. but his hands keep you locked in place in front of the mirror.

“iwaaaaa - s’ not fair!” you sniffle, voice breaking pathetically at your attempts to thrust your fingertips onto that innermost gooey spot. you kick your legs like a petulant child but that only makes him tighten his hold on you, his heavy body restraining you. your lips let out a whine, only able to move your wrist and hand, back and forth into your precious folds.

“don’t do that, baby. stay still and look at yourself, angel. that tender little cunt - my baby’s gonna make it cream.”

“can’t like this - iwa, i can’t, I can’t—! i just need you to touch it , please-!” you wail. the stimulation in your pussy is teetering on too much and too little and it’s drivingyouinsane.

iwaizumi who sighs followed by a little chuckle.

“okay baby. if you’re that lost… let me give you a little help.”

you sob, expecting your boyfriend’s fingers to slip inside you and relieve your fruitless efforts when instead one hand wraps around your wrist, the other pulling back you thigh to widen you more -

oh, fuck

iwaizumi who plunges your own fingers deeper and deeper and then back out; fuckfuck-no ‘s toomuch, ‘s toomuch!

the knot in your stomach tightens when he pushes your fingers into something that makes you cry out. something too wet and deep and warm and he just keeps hitting it. he won’t slow down - whywon’theslowdown?!

“rub that little clit and keep hitting that spot nice and fast. that’s it. so good for me, baby, you’re almost there.”

iwaizumi who looks with proud eyes as you gasp and spread your digits inside your own tight walls.

you both sit watching the reflection of you pussy in the mirror as it flutters around your fingers. you melt against him, unable to stop moving your fingers - he just won’t let you! :(((

“haji,,, haji - wait! wait - lemme stop!”

“it’s okay. it’s okay, you’re so close. just a little more…”

“no! no you don’t ‘nderstand - you don’ - it feels funny, iwa - iWA!” every fiber in your body wants to slow your fingers and squirm away but his hands is on yours again forcing your wrist in n’ out and you languish, the most wanton moans blending in with the schlick, schlick, schlick of your sloshy pussy.

“supposed to feel funny. Just let me help… you’re doing amazing, keep your hand like that - good g’rl…”

iwaizumi who growls and lets your other hand pat and pinch and roll your ‘hungry little clit.’ you squeeze your eyes shut.

“no, no baby. look’t me. look’t the mirror. your pretty pussy, she’s so ready to cream. don’t you want to see her do it for the first time by yourself. fuck, your legs are shaking.”

you open your eyes but the sight of the mirror is still blurred by tears as you sniffle out another desperate plea.

“ ‘jime! haji - haji- n’t gonna cum! n’t gonna cum! I’m not -!”

“yes you are sweetie. can smell how close you are. i know this pussy - you’re gonna make yourself get there I promise.”

“no, no!” you babble, desperate to move - “no Haji - ‘s not cum - ‘m gonna pee! feels like it - lemme stop i can’t hold it!”

iwaizumi who chuckles, knowing you’ll ruin yourself if you stop and he won’t let you - your fingers piston in onto that gushing bundle of nerves and he rubs your the lower part of your stomach.

“n-no, iwa, iwa - !”

“deep breath baby. enjoy it for me. you’re doing so good - make yourself let it out for me.”

and then you reach it - your whole body trembling while you thrash against him

iwaizumi who smiles, praises dropping from his mouth about how fucking pretty you look cumming for him - splattering translucent fluid all over the mirror and onto his pants with the most wrecked, tear-filled cry of “ha… ha-hajimeeeee!”

iwaizumi who loves the way you whimper when you come down, utterly overwhelmed and needy on his lap as his muscular form praises you with a smirk.

“did such a good job, baby. congratulations.”

(for @sookisaurus and @sems-diarie)

#iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer #iwaizumi hajime x reader #smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hajime x reader #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #x black!reader

[vainilla-milk]

when you're sick feat. osamu, atsumu, iwaizumi

tags: flu mentions, timeskip! characters

osamu

When he noticed that you were feverish, he knew he had to stay with you.

He stayed less hours tending his onigiri shop to take care of you.

You wanted to enjoy his care but you felt too moribund because of the fever.

He makes you delicious meals, always leaves you a tea that makes you feel better and hands you your cold medicine.

He is so relieved to see you recovered, that means he can sleep with you again without letting go.

atsumu

He is a mess when you tell him by phone that you are going to be staying at your parents' house because you are sick.

The apartment feels very empty without you and he can't help but feel sad.

You had told him you'd rather recover away from him so as not to infect him and hinder his professional career, but that wasn't enough for Atsumu to feel comfort.

He sends you memes and videos of ferrets and kittens to try to keep you company, even if only online.

He also talks to you every day and calls your mom for an update on your cold.

When you are recovered and back in the apartment he greets you with a big hug while telling you how awful it felt to be without you and worried about your health.

iwaizumi

As soon as he realizes you have the flu, he sends you to bed and takes care of you. Don't challenge him, he is now the boss of the house.

He takes you to the doctor and is rigorous with your flu treatment.

He prepares changes of clothes and sheets for you, he also prepares several meals that you can heat in the microwave when he is at work.

He makes you go back to bed when he catches you doing housework as soon as you notice your fever has gone down.

He doesn't like to see you down, so he thanks heaven to see that the flu is leaving your body.

He's the next one to get sick, so now it's your turn to take care of him.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x fem reader #hq x fem reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #hq headcanons #hq x reader #hq x self insert #hq x you #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #osamu x y/n #osamu x you #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you

[stawbeemilk]

Hey I love your work ! Um if it’s ok can I ask for kuroo and iwaizumi and Akashi and others if you like! Um they somehow realize that their girlfriend even though she is happy all the time has a abusive mother like she left a scar on her back or something and because of that she is insecure to change in front of them or you know I want to know their reaction 😭🙏🏻💕(you can ignore if you like!)

⤷ his s/o is insecure about their scars – hq

✩ characters: kuroo, iwaizumi, akaashi

✩ warnings: f!reader

✩ a/n: i finally managed to get one of my requests done, i'm so sorry this took so long. i decided not to go into much detail about the origin of reader’s scars bc i thought it might be triggering to some, i hope that's okay!!

⭑ kuroo

⤷ kuroo decided to surprise you with a new dress for you to wear on your date, telling you how he came across it online and immediately knew it would look amazing on you

⤷ you excitedly took the article of clothing from him, eager to try it on, however you soon felt your heart drop to your stomach as you realised that the dress he had chosen for you was entirely backless

⤷ you always made a conscious effort to wear clothing that covered as much skin as possible, especially your back— the large scar that resided between your shoulder blades caused you a lot of insecurity, and you felt more comfortable knowing it wasn't visible for anyone to see

⤷ you did your best to hide the fact you were self-conscious about it from your boyfriend, and while you knew he would never think of you any differently, you would be lying if you said you didn't still feel nervous any time he would see your bare skin, knowing that your scar was on full display to him

⤷ kuroo didn't miss the way your smile dropped or the sudden worried look in your eyes, your reaction seemed so unlike you and he instantly knew that something was wrong

⤷ you quickly changed into the dress, trying to face him as much as possible so that he didn't have a full view of your back, but when he asked you to do a spin for him you knew there would be no avoiding it

⤷ you reluctantly turned around, finding yourself unable to look anywhere but the floor as you came to face him again, watching in your line of vision as he began moving closer towards you

⤷ you couldn't help but turn away from him again so he didn't see the tears that were beginning to well up in your eyes— by this point your heart was beating so loudly you could practically hear it in your ears, nervously anticipating his reaction

⤷ your breath hitched in your throat as you suddenly felt kuroo’s lips brushing against your back, softly grazing the skin where your scar resides before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him

⤷ “you look beautiful. you should definitely wear that tonight.”

⤷ “but, tetsu, i—”

⤷ “shh, you're gorgeous, okay? and nothing will ever change that.”

⭑ iwaizumi

⤷ your boyfriend accidentally walked in on you changing, which to him didn't seem like that big of a deal, and so he was surprised to hear you shriek when he entered the room, watching as you tried to cover yourself with the shirt you were holding

⤷ you shakily tell him to get out and that's when he sees the panicked look in your eyes, realising your reaction wasn't just simply a response to him catching you off guard and scaring you, and that there was clearly something else going on

⤷ “hey, what's the matter?”

⤷ “it's nothing, haji. i'm fine, just— please, just get out.”

⤷ “no, you're not. you're a terrible liar, you know that? i'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong.”

⤷ you sighed, knowing that regardless of how much you tried to avoid telling him about what was probably your biggest insecurity, you couldn't keep it from him forever and right now it seemed there was no way around it

⤷ the scar on your collarbone was never something you particularly liked about yourself, and so you usually just tried your best not to think about it and pretended it wasn't there

⤷ however you still found it hard to ignore sometimes, especially with the way everyone’s eyes seemed to be drawn to it whenever you'd wear clothing that left the area exposed, and as time went on you found yourself feeling more self-conscious about it than ever

⤷ you couldn't help but feel a little nervous as you explained yourself to iwa, finding it hard to put your feelings into words but doing your best to tell him how insecure you felt, admitting that you were embarrassed for him to see you because of your scar

⤷ your boyfriend listened intently to everything you told him, trying his best to understand how you were feeling, but it still made him sad to hear you talk about yourself so negatively— how do you not see yourself the way he does?

⤷ iwa literally thinks the world of you, he couldn't imagine spending his life with anyone else and to find out that you think so little of yourself makes his heart ache

⤷ he pulls you into a hug, telling you that he thinks you're perfect just the way you are and that he appreciates everything about you, even the parts you don't like so much yourself

⤷ “i love you for you, alright? now put a shirt on, doll. it's cold in here.”

⭑ akaashi

⤷ i feel like it didn't take long for akaashi to notice your scars, they would catch his attention whenever you wore shorts or a skirt and the material would ride up your thighs

⤷ however he didn't mention anything to you, trusting that you'd open up to him about it when the time was right— he knew scars could be a sensitive topic, and the last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable by bringing up something you didn't feel ready to talk about yet

⤷ until one day when he caught you examining yourself in the mirror, a sad look in your eyes as your fingers lightly traced over the scars that were scattered along your hip bones and thighs, and he realised it was clearly something that bothered you

⤷ your boyfriend came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder— it was evident that you weren't expecting him to catch you in the middle of picking apart your own appearance, given your startled expression and the way your body stiffened under his touch

⤷ a smile promptly made its way to your face in an attempt to convince him you were fine, but akaashi was rather perceptive and he therefore noticed the way it didn't quite reach your eyes

⤷ “oh, keiji. i was just—”

⤷ “you're so beautiful, sweetheart. you know that, right?”

⤷ you laughed nervously, trying to play it off but it was clear your boyfriend could see right through you, and you knew you had no choice but to tell him what was bothering you

⤷ “i don't know, i just kinda think i'd look better if my skin was… y'know, smoother…”

⤷ hearing you talk so openly about your own insecurities wasn't something akaashi was used to, you were always so happy and carefree, seeming so comfortable in your own skin— he hadn't seen this side of you before and he hated to think he had no idea you really felt this way about yourself up until now

⤷ “nonsense. you are so much more than your body, my darling. your scars don't define you.”

⤷ you watched through the reflection of the mirror as his hands made their way a little lower, softly caressing your hips as he pressed a gentle kiss against your shoulder, eyes filled with nothing but adoration for you and your body

⤷ you felt your heart flutter and you couldn't help but smile at his words, and akaashi was thankful to see that this time it did in fact reach your eyes <3

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

#★彡 elle’s writings .ᐟ #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi x you #𐙚 ‧+ ̊ ⋅fem .ᐟ #٠ ࣪⭑ requests .ᐟ

[rintarousgirl]

HAUNTING ME

a hanamaki takahiro smau <3

❀ - SYPNOSIS

y/n and hanamaki are best friends, or at least, you were in high school. growing up, you always had the biggest crush on your childhood best friend hanamaki takahiro, but after an unfortunate fallout between the two of you, you promised yourself you wouldn't let your feelings be toyed like that again. that is, until you run into him years in the future. now, you're both very successful models, stuck in the same PR photo shoot. after being featured on the cover of multiple fashion magazines, fans love the dyanmic between you two and your managers set up a pr relationship. how could you deal with hanamaki takahiro, your cruel ex from high school, now butting into your career? simple answer is, you couldn't.

❀ - WARNINGS

there will be alcohol and some suggestive stuff throughout the fic, but there will be warnings before each chapter for sensitive stuff relating specifically to that chapter. overall the fic deals with toxic relationships as well.

teasers

teaser 1 \ teaser 2

profiles

"people on magazine covers (+ y/n)" & "makimaki's stalkers"

chapters (note: chapter titles are submit to change!)

PART ONE: ghosts of my past 01. y/n's girlies 02. keeping up with maki 03. lights, cameras, action 04. stars shine 05. can't believe it, won't believe it 06. subtly 07. about whispers 08. out of my hands 09. keys to my heart 10. won't say i'm in love

PART TWO: don't leave me like this (not planned yet) 11. pretty when you cry 12. hold my hand 13. forgiveness 14. things i cant ever say 15. hurts like hell 16. nobodys daughter 17. could've, should've, would've 18. 19. 20.

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a/n:

so, i'm starting another series, but this time it's with a lesser-liked character! i'm not gonna start it till after i finish "i wanna be yours" but i will drop teasers and what not. i hope this is well received because i know hanamaki is liked as a character but i havent seen anything for him so i really REALLY hope i can show y'all how cool he is. i wanna say a thanks to @idlerin who inspired "i wanna be yours" and "haunting me". hell, this masterlist is heavily based of theirs!! thank you so much for inspiring me, and i know SO SO many others agree <3

#rintarousgirl #fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #sfw #haikyuu #angst #haikyuu smau #hanamaki takahiro x reader #takahiro hanamaki #hanamaki smut #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki takahiro #issei matsukawa #hajime iwaizumi #tooru oikawa #x fem reader

[hanaonesflower]

･☆*:ﾟ･☆ | 18+ |

Your tongue swirls fervently at the tip of his leaky, hardened cock that can’t seem to get enough of your throat. The grip you have on his hips do little to nothing to keep him from jolting up and fucking his length into your mouth. Then he whimpers and claws at your hair like a puppy, your eyes are mischievous. He is beyond saving, but that is how you like them, horny, helpless and desparate.

“Mhm~ god, like that.” You bob your head on his length, the eye contact is driving him crazy and he can’t help it anymore. He thrusts his hips inside your throat and you begin to gag.

“Sorry, sweetheart, sorry.” His apology doesn’t mean shit. Because he is still jerking his cock inside your mouth like a needy man with no sign of stopping. Drool pools at the apex of his girth and drips down his balls and eventually wets the bed. His eyes are ones with regret but his primal desires take control.

You are no better. When did it become to pleasurable to see the man at your mercy. A moaning fucking mess. Seeing him whimpering away as your lips encased around his dick makes your cunt drip. One hand reaches down to circle your clit and you groan as the stimulation intensifies. It’s not often that you take over the role of the dominant partner but when you do, you can’t get enough. He just does such a splendid job of submitting to you.

“Baby, let me.” He finally speaks, tugs at your shoulders and motions for you to detach. In one swift movement he has you pinned beneath him, the room feels like a live furnace. It doesn’t take long for him to find his place in between your thighs, his breath fans your clit and you moan. He is insufferable when he is between your legs, tongue laps away at any juices leaking out of you, his hands shamelessly crawl across your skin, now damp with sweat and desire.

“God, don’t – don’t you dare stop,” you groan and squeeze your hand around his forearms. He looks up at you, the way you lock eyes is making his cock twitch.

“Never in a million years, baby, give it to me, all you’ve got,” he kisses your thighs, he sucks and nips at your sensitive heat and sucks and nips some more until he is satisfied. When you’re spilled all over him and his lips attach themselves on yours once again.

SAWAMURA DAICHI, BOKUTO KOUTARO, MIYA OSAMU, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, NANAMI KENTO, HIGURUMA HIROMI, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, KAMO CHOSO, KAMO NORITOSHI

#💌hanaonesflowerworks #daichi imagine #daichi sawamura #bokuto x f!reader #bokuto koutaro #bokuto imagine #osamu miya x you #osamu imagine #hq drabbles #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi x you #Haikyuu smut #haikyuu scenarios #nanami x fem!reader #higuruma imagines #higuruma smut #jjk smut #ushijima wakatoshi #choso smut #choso kamo #noritoshi kamo

[dawnthequeen]

ORANGES // LOVE GROWS

title: love grows :: chapter one

characters: haikyuu various x reader

notes: best friend iwa, ex oikawa, new girl y/n?!

summary: after you end up going to karasuno after a messy breakup, you're left by yourself for your first day. much to your luck, you meet a ginger sunshine boy who makes it less scary.

masterlist

You were Aoba Johsai bound.

That’s what your best friend and boyfriend– Well, ex boyfriend always said. The moment they were in high school you went to all of their games and were constantly around. Most of the team viewed you as an honorary manager, and you all thought you’d be an actual manager as soon as you got into high school.

And you thought wrong. After your breakup, you figured a change of pace would be good. As much as you loved everyone from Seijoh, it would be weird to be a manager for the team your ex is the captain of.

So, you settled on somewhere else in the Miyagi Prefecture. Karasuno high, home of the crows. Or.. The Flightless Crows from what you heard.

You figured trying for a managing position of the team would be good since you’d still get to watch and be a part of the sport you loved. You wouldn’t consider yourself a volleyball player, but considering your life long best friend was, you had grown a love for the sport.

Plus, it helped that the players were always super hot.

You had realized over the course of middle school that you had a weakness. A weakness for cute boys. And there were a. Lot. Of. Cute. Boys.

You found that the word “Simp” was probably the best term one could use for you, which is exactly what led up to you getting with your ex.

You were walking around at the end of a pretty good first day. You needed to find the gym to ask about being a manager. Before you could do that though…

You felt someone run straight into your back, knocking you onto the ground. “Ouch!” You whined, turning over and looking at your scraped knees. “Watch where you’re runni–” Your breath caught in your throat when you looked up, seeing a ginger boy.

He couldn’t have been much taller than you, and he had these big brown eyes..

He was adorable.

“I’m so sorry!!” The cute stranger quickly stuck his hand out.

“It– it’s fine.” You couldn’t help but go red, taking his hand and getting up.

“I was just trying to find the gym, and–”

“You’re looking for the gym too?” You tilted your head.

“Huh? Oh, yeah!! I’m trying out for the volleyball team.”

You looked him over. Yeah. There was no way he was taller than you. How was he gonna play volleyball? Weren’t those guys usually tall? Oh well, you’ve heard of the Tiny Giant. You grinned.

“Really? Me too!! Well, I guess I’m not trying out to be on the team, but I wanna be manager!!”

“Really?!” The boy gasped. “That’s so awesome!! We could be working together!!”

You bounced right off his energy, smiling brightly. “Right?! That’s so cool– We should walk together.”

“Heck yeah!” You both smiled. Your first friend at Karasuno! At least you could tell Iwaizumi you met someone and he wouldn’t be so worried about you. He didn’t say he was worried, but you knew him well enough to read him like a book.

The both of you went along while you pulled out your phone.

You let out a small sigh as you shoved your phone in your bag. You lied. You were mostly over it, but just the mention of Oikawa stung. It was a bitter reminder of what could’ve been, and what wasn’t.

You shook those thoughts aside. You couldn’t focus on Oikawa, not when you just made a new friend and when you were about to start managing a whole new team.

You and your new friend walked side by side for a bit before you looked at him. “So, why Karasuno?”

He looked at you before grinning. “This is where the Tiny Giant went!!”

“You look up to him?”

“He’s like, my idol!”

“That’s really cool!!”

“What about you?”

“Huh?”

“Like– Why Karasuno?” He tilted his head.

“Oh! Well, uhm, I was going to go to Aoba Johsai, I was actually accepted but my um…” You rubbed the back of your neck. “My ex goes there.. And is on the volleyball team.”

“Aahh..” He hissed. “Rough. Well, hey! Karasuno is totally awesome, and we get to hangout, so, win-win!” He smiled.

He was such a little ball of sunshine. You grinned. “True!”

The both of you walked before arriving in front of the gym. The boy– Wait. You didn’t know his name. Before you could turn and ask him, he opened the door and his face immediately dropped. “..No way.”

You tilted your head before looking over. You spotted a taller boy with black hair and dark blue eyes. You squinted before the realization dawned on you. “Kageyama?”

He looked at the boy next to you first, then you. “Oh. You’re Oikawa’s girlfriend.”

“Ex! Ex girlfriend, but yes.” You huffed, putting your hands on your hips.

“I met you last year.” Kageyama turned his attention to the boy next to you, and the two of them began talking about something you tuned out of. You looked at Kageyama, kind of puzzled. You were sure he would go to Aoba Johsai. Why was he at Karasuno? He was the “King of the Court.”

Before you knew it, there were three new voices behind you and you squeaked a little, jumping.

There was a guy with a buzz cut, a guy with grey hair, and a guy with black hair. They were all tall and hoootttt.

You felt your face heat up as you stepped to the side and they started to talk to Kageyama. The small ginger started to walk around them, seemingly observing them before standing next to you again. “Hey so–” They didn’t hear him, in fact it seemed like they barely noticed him.

“I–” He started before huffing. “HEY!!”

Suddenly, all three boys’ eyes were on him, then you.

The boy with black hair looked at his keyboard. “Says here that the other person trying out.. Is Shoyo Hinata. I’m guessing that’s you?” Hinata. His name was Hinata.

“You were the short jumpy one!!” The boy with the buzz cut exclaimed.

Hinata’s eyes lit up when he realized that they knew who he was. “Oh!! Yeah!!”

“You were crazy, man. Too bad you haven’t had a growth spurt though.” The boy with the buzzcut walked over, comparing his height to Hinata’s.

The boy with the grey hair looked at you with a smile. “And you?”

You looked over, heat creeping up your neck. “Oh! Ah– I’m Y/N L/N. I was actually wanting to ask about being a manager?”

“Guh!” The boy with the buzz cut squawked. “We have a manager, and she’s–”

The boy with the black hair hit him on the shoulder. “What Tanaka means is while we do have a manager, a second one wouldn’t do any harm.”

You grinned. “Awesome!!” This was going great. You made a friend, and successfully joined Karasuno’s volleyball team as a manager. What could go wrong?

..

Oh a lot went wrong. You barely know how it happened, but all of a sudden Hinata and Kageyama were having a one on one match, and the ball had managed to hit the vice principal in the head. It also hit his toupe right off… And onto the boy whose name you learned was Daichi.

You stood with the other two first years when Daichi walked back in. “You’re lucky, he doesn’t even want us to apologize. But he did swear us to secrecy.”

You blinked at him before looking around at the other four boys. You let out a nervous giggle to yourself. This would be interesting.

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[gatitties]

'Love' confession

Manager Miniseries

─Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─Summary: you were just trying to help and the team seems to be at the wrong time to hear something stupid

─Warnings: none

11 < 12 > 13

"I'm serious! (Nn) is in love with me."

"What makes you think that, shittikawa?"

The captain acted offended, no one on his team believed that their manager was secretly madly in love with him, they had never seen you express any kind of romantic interest in someone before.

"Who wouldn't fall in love with me?"

"Surely a lot of people..."

Kunimi whispered, vaguely wiping the sweat from his forehead, grabbing his gym bag, glancing sideways as Kindaichi finished changing.

"Besides, remember that she didn't even know you before entering the club."

"Matsukawa is right."

"Of course... but since I'm irresistible, it was inevitable that she fell in love with me."

Iwaizumi punch him again and he complained, insisting that you were crazy in love for him. He was so persistent that ended up convincing them to secretly spy on you, since today was Monday they wouldn't have trainning before lunch, so they would have that time to keep an eye on you.

You always tried to keep a low profile, you were always late, trying not to let anyone notice you enough, you didn't have many friends considered close, but at least you had some trust with your classmates. Since you were very carefree, you didn't mind helping someone who asked, that's why your classmates constantly ask you for some favors, of course they knew when would ask for these, because if you weren't in the mood or were too tired you would politely deny them. And that was exactly what you were doing right now; a favor to a classmate.

"(N) you say it as if it were easy."

"It is?"

You shrugged, stretching out your arms, letting out a yawn, lunchtime was always your nap time to catch up on the sleep you missed at night.

"Could you do it again?"

"Whatever..." you sighed to get into the role of a crazy lover, changing your expression to a more animated one as well as the tone of your voice to a softer one "Oikawa, I love you! would you go out with me?"

There were a few seconds of silence, the girl seemed to analyze the tone of voice, the expression and the gestures that you had made.

"It's just a silly confession of love, don't break your head too much about it."

"It still looks so easy! Surely when you are in front of him you will freeze."

The team who were listening to the conversation from behind the scenes went blank when they heard you two talk about confessing to Oikawa.

"Was that idiot right?"

"I don't believe that (N) is in love with you."

"Yeah, she doesn't deserve that shit."

"You all are so mean"

He complained but everyone fell silent when they saw how you left the classroom, they hid better to continue listening.

"What? I wouldn't freeze confessing."

"Then try to do it."

"What's the point of that? It's you who is in love."

"Aw come on, you can't deny that you like him a little, plus you can always say it was a joke or something… I don't even have the confidence to get close to him."

You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose, you didn't want to be the one to break her illusion, but if she needed you to do it first to give her courage, it wasn't a big deal for you.

The boys were totally speechless, of everyone who could fall in love with Oikawa, did it have to be you? They had grown fond of you and appreciated your small gestures even though you were carefree most of the time, and Oikawa's streak of breakups didn't leave him in a good light.

They wouldn't want a crush to spoil your team relationship because of the captain, even Oikawa was stunned, he had suspicions but this was beyond what he thought and he didn't know how to feel about it.

At lunchtime, minutes later when everyone was in the dining room, you arrived as usual later after a little nap, everyone tensed up when you sat down at the table, you seemed unaware of the environment, too focused on your food, only looked up when you finished eating. You narrowed your eyes to see how everyone was looking at you, then remembered that you had to 'confess', yes you had forgotten.

"Ah, Oikawa I have to tell you something." now the looks were more intense, but you paid attention to the fact that the girl from before was stunned to see how you said it casually as if you were greeting someone "I love you, would you go out with me?"

The team seemed to have died, almost as if their spirits flew above their bodies, before anyone could react, you raised your thumbs in the direction where your classmate.

"(Nn) I-I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I think we're not ready for a relationship, I'm not sure about my feelings right now..."

He dramatically placed one hand on his chest and the other on his forehead, blinking several times, you put on a flat face, erasing all false acting expression.

"Yeah... about that I don't really love you, it was only to teach her how she should confess, a silly dare too."

You pointed out to the second year girl that had asked the favor, that now she was a little embarrassed. When they listened to you, the spirits of the team returned to their bodies, relieved, it already sounded very strange that you were in love with Oikawa.

"So you don't like Oikawa?"

"But we heard-!"

"You should listen better or analyze the context of conversations and not spy on people in the first place."

Their souls came out of their bodies again, embarrassed because despite their attempts, they were caught red-handed, although you didn't care much, seeing their horrified faces at they thought that you liked their captain was incredible besides the complaints from Oikawa for being 'rejected' in a certain way.

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[moonswolfie]

heyy I love ur writing and idk if ur still doing the 200 follower event but can I request a part 2 for the iwaizumi royal au one. I read it 3 times and got butterflies everytime 😆🥰

maybe with prompt 19 + 20 or 29 depending if u want iwaizumi to be bold and flirty or shy. im fine with either I just really want to know what happen the next morning 😩

Prince!Iwaizumi x Knight!reader (gender neutral)

part 2 to this post

Oh my god anon you would NOT BELIEVE HOW HARD I GIGGLED AT THIS i am giggling as i am typing this😵‍💫😵‍💫💗💗 every time i want to take a break from tumblr a really sweet anon/user swoops in and pulls me right back in😭💞

sorry to go against your request but i only used prompt 19 since i felt that using the other prompts would interrupt the flow

You were woken up by the bright light of the morning sun shining down on your face. You blinked your eyes open, surprised that you even managed to sleep a little.

And you realised right after that you were still in Iwaizumi's arms. Not wanting to make things awkward, you slowly moved his arms off of you, even though it pained you to do so on the inside.

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, you remembered the things he mumbled against you last night. You quickly shook your head.

That must have been a dream, a dream you remember very very clearly for some reason.

His eyes fluttered open at the loss of yout body heat and he looked back at you, eyes slowly focusing in on your face.

"You're making a weird face. What's up?" He asked, voice a little raspy from not using it all night. Oh my, his morning voice is so cu-

No! You should really stop that. "Am I? My apologies, your highness." You bowed.

"Raise your head. You don't need to do all that hoity toity 'your highness' stuff with me, you know. I like it when you treat me like an equal."

You figured. He was always the type of person to dislike being treated differently because of his royal status. You know that from the way he insisted all the knights call him "Hajime" as a kid.

"Okay, Hajime." you forced out, feeling like you've just commited a major sin. His smile in response to your casual way of refering to him was almost worth it, though.

"So... is the door still locked?" he asked after an awkward silence. The air in the room felt oddly heavy. Like there's an unspoken knowledge between the two of you.

You silently walked to the door, attempting to open it. The door didn't budge. "It is."

Another awkward silence followed. The more you thought about it, the more you were starting to realise that might not have been a dream after all.

"Okay, this is killing me. You know I heard what you said, right?" you couldn't take the awkward silence anymore.

"Heard... what?" you weren't sure if he was actually unsure or just pretending to be.

"You told me you loved me last night..." The bandaid had finally been ripped off and you watched his expression slowly shift from one of surprise to one of embarrasment.

"You... heard?" he asked cautiously, as if he didn't want to believe it. You nodded in response, trying your best to not let your determined expression crack.

"And I, uhhhh, love you too..." you looked off into a random corner of the room, too afraid to meet his eyes when making such a confession. This is complete insanity. Never in your life would you have thought you would be confessing to the crown prince.

This must be what they call forbidden love.

"You love me... too?" his tone of voice indicated that he couldn't believe his ears. And frankly, who could blame him? You have to note that his pink cheeks are simply adorable, though.

"Uhh, yeah... I do. Where do... we go from here?" it just started to dawn on you how big of a scandal this could be. The crown prince with a commoner knight?!

Wait, you're still not over the fact that he's in love with you too, though?! Ironically, it feels like you're about to wake up from a dream any second.

"You like me? Iwaizumi Hajime? The crown prince?" He pointed to himself.

"...Uh, yeah..." you wondered if it's really that hard to believe one of his knights is attracted to him considering he has noble ladies practically drooling over him at every banquet he attends.

"Well, I'll be damned. This isn't a dream, by any chance?"

"I would hope it isn't... Because if so, we'll both wake up dissapointed."

.

"Did anything else happen on our little.... arranged outing?" the queen asked, already very excited by the progress the advisor reported a minute ago.

"Not that I know of... Though his Highness and the knight were acting a bit strange around eachother for the remainder of the trip."

The king hummed, closing his eyes. "Strange...?"

"More relaxed, your highness."

"Hmm, hmm, hmm!~" the queen hummed excitedly. "This is quite marvelous! My little Hajime's all grown up!!"

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[pparadiselost]

happy ending.

masseur iwaizumi hajime x fem reader iwaizumi's feelings run deeper than he expected. warning(s): nsfw, sex worker iwaizumi, ambiguous relationship minors do not interact.

“hello again,” the all-too-familiar voice welcomes you with a bright smile. “the pretty lady’s come to visit me.”

your heart threatens to beat out of your chest as you lay down on the massage table. a thin robe separates your bare body from iwaizumi hajime’s expert eyes, acting almost like the last line of defense between the man and your nearly-demolished pride. this kind of back-and-forth relationship was nothing new to you, and especially him, yet your stomach swirls like it’s the first time.

your eyes flutter shut, and you force a deep breath through your mouth. a large, calloused hand teasingly flutters over your exposed legs, rubbing slow circles up from your knees to your thighs. his fingers are slick, all oiled up with massage serum, and they glide over your body with little resistance.

even if it’s for your pride, you know goddamn well that attempting to resist him would only be a farce that he’d see through in an instant. 

“not even a ‘hello’?” iwaizumi laughs, pretending to be hurt. “i got excited when i heard that you were coming to see me today. you know how much i like seeing you.”

you had sworn to yourself each and every time you came crawling here that this would be the last time, swearing off of this temptation for good, but without fail, you somehow found yourself here not too long after. god, you always thought you were better than this, better than to turn to such underhanded ways to take care of your needs, better than to turn away from every other functional solution in the book.

better than to become dependent on a sex worker.

“c’mon, where has my chatty little lady gone?” iwaizumi snaps you out of your thoughts when his fingers knead suggestively at the curve of your thighs. his hands are no stranger to your body, and your body immediately begins responding to him as his fingertips explore your legs. “normally you’re so eager to talk to me. you have to tell me where you want me to massage you, or i won’t know how to service you best.”

your mouth feels dry when you manage to peel your eyes open. he glances down from above you, and his eyes are as warm and enticing as always. you hate how physically attractive he is: broad shoulders and chest, toned biceps built up from his years of massaging clients, big hands that easily grab and coax your body into a state of relaxed euphoria. it’s like his presence is a drug in it of itself; just knowing that he’s staring at you and giving you all of his attention has you squirming underneath him.

“i-i felt lonely,” you squeak out. “i wanted to be with someone, and all i could think about was coming to you…”

“so you were thinking of me,” he murmurs. a coy smile tugs at his lips, and you swallow thickly. He's ridiculously handsome, and you hate how lecherously your body responds to everything he does. “that makes me really happy, did you know that? knowing that a pretty lady like you thinks of me makes me feel really good.”

his voice is low and sensual, and he continues to rub at your thighs. your core twists and throbs dully, already feeling the effects of his hands on your legs. part of you wishes that he wasn’t so sweet with you, so ready to indulge whatever fantasy you had, but the other part of you revels in hearing that. 

you sigh as he works out the tension in your thighs, his hands traveling dangerously upwards. just the sheer anticipation of seeing him had your pussy drooling while you changed out of your clothes, swapping them for the massage robes you had grown accustomed to, and whenever his knuckles travel higher and higher, your core pulses.

you want him. you want those thick fingers inside you, teasing at your needy cunt and fucking you out of them. your head spins with desire, and your body flushes with heat. 

“let me guess…” he pinches at your flesh gently, dragging up the hem of your robes up to your waist. you shudder when his hands drop down to your kneecaps, and he pushes against them gently to spread your legs open. a shiver runs up your spine when the cool massage parlor air rushes against your inner thighs and up your exposed slit. “if my pretty girl is sounding this stressed, then i have no choice but to give her some special treatment… you don’t mind now, do you?”

you shake your head. “please… i want it.”

“good girl,” he praises sweetly. “i know what’s best for you. i promise i’ll make you feel reeeeeeal good in a little bit. you have to trust me, okay? gotta make sure that pretty body of yours can keep up with me.”

you nod. you’d let him do whatever he wanted to do to you so long as you’d get to stay with him. your eyes never leave him as he continues to massage your legs sensually, making sure no part of your lower half went untouched. you know he means best, but having him touch you without anything to alleviate the heat coiling and pooling in your gut feels like pure torture.

he can see the way your body trembles underneath his palms, your curves filling out his palms and submitting to his touches so easily. “you’re doing so good for me, dollface. you know how much i love working with you. you always take what i give you, that sweet body of yours… it’s like you were made for my hands.”

“iwa-,” you manage out. you want to rub your thighs together so bad, alleviate some of the pressure in your stomach that’s choking up your senses. your cunt won’t stop clenching around nothing, your hole fluttering excitedly whenever his hands would slide up a little too far.

“i know, pretty, i know,” he soothes. “i’m doing my job. i’d hate to make you all sore when you came to me for the exact opposite.”

sore? you’re pretty sure your body’s about to cave in on itself if you don’t get him to do something. the last thing on your mind is about how you’re going to feel later. a sick part of your mind reasons that if you end up sore after this, you can always come back to have iwaizumi work out the knots. a perfect excuse to visit your momentary sweetheart once more.

your breath catches in the back of your throat, and a pathetic excuse of a moan escapes you when he massages the part of your body where your thighs meet your crotch. his fingers move in suggestive motions back and forth right next to your drenched cunt, shamelessly making a mess between your legs. you’re sure iwaizumi has noticed how wet you are by now, and he’s purposefully sticking to his professional shtick just to rile you up.

if that’s the approach he’s going for, it’s working. as much as you hate to admit, it’s taking everything in you to not grind against his wrist every time he touches near your crotch. your mind is foggy and heavy with lust, your rationale easily clouding over with primal need. iwaizumi has a knack for sending you spiraling into this animalistic like state, where all you can think about is having your cunt stuffed stupid on his massage table. 

“you’re holding out so well for me,” the young man murmurs. his voice is sticky and sweet like honey against your ears, and you want to taste his mouth on yours. “do you think you’re ready? think i’ve prepped you enough to take me?”

“yes…!” you gasp. “i’m ready- ‘m ready to take you-”

two fingers move to your core, and he presses his knuckles against your drooling core. you whimper as he slowly spreads your lips apart and finds your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles onto your sensitive nub with his fingertips. heat jerks up into your core, and your pussy’s desperate to have something inside it, to have something stretching out your walls and fucking into you. 

iwaizumi hums to himself as he toys with your clit, his honed eyes watching every twitch of your body as he plays with you. he isn’t brutally rough, just rough enough that you can feel every purposeful movement of his wrists and fingers, enough to send you recoiling into the massage bed with pleasure. his other hand latches onto one of your kneecaps, forcefully keeping your legs spread out so that you’re fully exposed to him. you grip at the side of the bed, trying to keep yourself grounded in some way while iwaizumi imitates the motions of a vibrator against your clit.

“nngh…! mmh- iwa- please-” you almost unconsciously buck your hips against his hand, your back arching into his touch. “need more- please, i’m so horny-”

he moves his fingertips up and down your slit, coating his fingers generously with your slick. you moan as he ghosts over your hole, not indulging you with the pleasure of penetration just yet. it’s so humiliating, having your cunt spread out all vulnerable for a man who’s taking his time admiring you and teasing you to your limit, yet you can’t help but get aroused at everything he’s doing to you. 

“does this feel good?” he asks. “it’s my job to make sure all my clients feel good before anything else.”

you swear that this man is going to be the death of you. you sob out, “yes! yes, yes, it feels good! don’t tease me like this, iwa- need you in me- need you inside my pussy-”

“oh?” he laughs. two fingertips prod at your entrance, and he laps up the sight of your pretty cunt fluttering at the touch. “you weren’t even saying hello to me earlier, but now you’re feeling rather chatty, aren’t you?”

“‘m sorry-” your body burns with need. if you don’t have him right now, you don’t know what you’ll do with yourself. “please, i’m sorry, i really am- please, iwa, finger me already…”

“now, if you give me a direct command like that, i have no choice but to follow.” he smiles down at you. you grit your teeth as he slowly sticks his two fingers inside of you, your walls eagerly clamping down on his knuckles as he penetrates you bit-by-bit. a strangled moan rips through you as his knuckles stretch you out, and you can feel every little movement of his fingers as he buries himself into you.

you nearly shut your legs from the overwhelming feeling, but iwaizumi keeps a firm hold on your knees. he chides you mockingly, “ah, ah, ah, dollface. i can’t do my job if you don’t give me proper access.”

he can feel your cunt tightening and squeezing around his fingers. his cock strains against his pants, imagining how good it would feel to have your walls all fucked out on his dick instead. but iwaizumi is a professional, and no matter how much blood rushes south as he watches you whine and squirm just from being penetrated on his fingers, he keeps his cool.

everything about this man is unfair to you. his fingers feel inhumanly good inside of you, and before you can even give him your usual clear, he’s already pumping them in and out at a moderate pace. your stomach curls in on itself, and you whimper, your pussy making lewd squelching noises. you know he’s not doing much, only moving his hand back and forth in the general motion of fucking, yet you already feel so heavy-headed and buzzed off of it.

“my pretty lady’s so desperate today.” iwaizumi likes the power rush this gives him. he has you right where he wants you—all at his mercy underneath his hands. you’re already acting this fucked out and horny from his fingers that he can’t fathom how dicked-down-dumb you’re going to be once he gets you ready for the real deal. “did you miss my touch that much? hmmm?”

he scissors you carefully, wiggling his fingers inside of you. you jerk violently against the cool massage bed, crying out loudly as the knot in your gut coils violently. “d-don’t move like that-! don’t be so rough with me…!”

“so sensitive too,” he whispers. despite your cries, he doesn’t stop his onslaught on your cunt. he keeps moving his fingers in a way that drives you mad, has you shaking and mewling to no avail under his touch. he fucks you out on his fingers, curling them into your cunt in a way that has you seeing stars and pumping them in and out to feel your hole clinging to his knuckles greedily.

nothing, absolutely nothing, escapes his notice.

“let me guess.” he plunges his fingers into you again, probing around for your sweet spot. your nails dig into the soft material of the bed, leaving crescent moon marks into the foam. “you couldn’t get off properly since the last time you were with me, could you? no matter how much you tried to fuck yourself on the toys you have home or cum on your fingers, nothing could make you feel good, could it? you just had to come back to me in order to feel anything, to take out everything that’s been building up in you?”

you don’t dare answer him. iwaizumi knows your body like it’s the back of his hand, having explored every inch of you over and over again. he knows you don’t stand a chance against him, not when he knows the perfect ways to egg your body into perfect submission.

if you won’t speak to him, then he’ll simply find a way to force you to answer. he twists his fingers so that his fingertips fuck right into your g-spot, and the effect is immediate.

“iwa!!!” you shriek. your buck your hips suddenly, right into his touch, and he’s nearly unraveled you right there and then. his grip on your tightens, keeping you pinned down against the bed with no choice but to take his fingers as he tortures your g-spot.

“that’s what i thought,” he chuckles darkly. “couldn’t hit that spot right there on your own now, could you? you’ve gotten too used to how i feel. why else would you visit me this much? my pretty lady can’t get herself to cum without me. you need me in order to feel good again.”

“fuck. fuck-!” pleasure overwhelms your body, rushing all through your veins like an incessant monster demanding to be noticed. your cunt shamelessly squelches and gushes all around his knuckles, and your hips can’t help but grind against his fingertips. it’s almost inexplicable, the effect iwaizumi has on you. he knows this best, and he savors the power rush it gives him to see you like this, practically squirting all over his wrist while he keeps you stuck on his massage table.

your orgasm nearly breaks you. iwaizumi feels your plush walls contort and cling to his fingers, and he continues to coax your climax for as long as he can. you’re panting, your body twisting and turning as you squirm under his touch, but iwaizumi wants to keep you in this drunkenly euphoric state for just a little bit longer. 

he thinks you look beautiful like this: your body weak and pliant for him, puffy pussy overstimulated and spread out on his fingers, your cunt glistening with your cum and pulsing around his hand like it's begging for something bigger to stretch it out.

something like his cock, for instance. 

you shudder. your body feels ridiculously heavy, as if your blood was replaced with lead, and the after effects of your orgasm cling to you. your mind is numb and foggy, reeling from the mind blowing pleasure that iwaizumi forced out of you, and your breathing turns ragged as you lay there all sprawled out on his work table.

“that’s a good girl,” the dark-haired man praises. you shudder again when he pulls his fingers out of you, and iwaizumi admires the sticky string of cum that connects his fingertips to your hole. “bet that felt good, didn’t it? yeah, i know it felt good cumming on my fingers.”

his entire body screams at him to fuck you. his cock strains against his pants, practically choking against the tight material of his underwear, and despite the calm demeanor he keeps, iwaizumi’s barely keeping it together himself. his base instincts are tempting him, telling him to toss his pants off and grab your thighs, to pull you flush to him and fuck into you more like an animal than a man, to fill that slutty pussy of yours up with the cum that you’ve been so desperate for and to feel you shake under him from how good it feels to have your hole stuffed and fucked.

he shakes his head. no. you’re not here for him to use. you’re here to see him, to feel good yourself. it would be unprofessional and straight wrong of him to view you so selfishly, to look at your body with so much lust that he swears he’s going to asphyxiate. 

he rubs gentle circles into your thighs, waiting for your breathing to stabilize. “hanging in there?”

“yeah-,” you gasp out, nodding your head slightly. “felt good- that felt so good, iwa…”

he laughs, and he hopes you can’t hear how shaky his voice is. “don’t get all weak on me now. we’re only just getting started, doll. you ready for me, or do you need another minute?”

iwaizumi wants to ravish you. it isn’t right for him to feel this strongly towards a client, towards someone that he shouldn’t hold any feelings for, but the way you tempt him makes him want to scream. he doesn’t see a ring on your finger, no mention of a boyfriend making you so unhappy that you have to come see him instead to sate your sexual needs, and he wants to daydream so bad. he wants to think that he’s the only man that can make you moan, that can make you feel good, that can make that cute cunt of yours squirt all around him until you can’t even breathe.

it’s bad. he has it bad.

“i’m ready…,” you eke out. something inside him stirs sadistically at your voice, and his mouth feels dry as he methodically undoes his pants. you stare at the bulge in his boxers, your pussy throbbing at the thought of his cock inside you, and when he pulls his underwear down, your eyes widen at the size.

this isn’t the first time you’re going to take him, and you doubt it’s going to be your last. but you’d be damned if you thought that you were going to have any of it easy. you swear you can already feel the burn, the stretch, in your cunt, and you’re grateful that iwaizumi took the time to loosen you up with a round already.

he pats at the table, motioning for you to get into position. you scoot down so that you can press your crotch up against his, your legs hanging off of the table while iwaizumi stands over you. his dick rubs up and down your slit, coating himself with a generous amount of your slick. you can feel him twitch against your cunt, desperate to be buried deep inside you, and your pussy painfully clamps up against nothing. 

“i don’t think i’ve even done that much to you, but your body’s already ready to take my cock,” he remarks wryly. “gonna make you feel good, alright? stop me at any point if something doesn’t feel right.”

“don’t worry.” you smile at him weakly. “that’s never an issue. you’re so sweet to me, iwaizumi. there’s a reason why i keep coming back to you.”

he grabs his hard cock, lining it up with your entrance. he doesn’t push himself in immediately, but rather, he grabs your hips tightly. his dark eyes meet yours, and your chest tightens when you see the dangerous expression that swirls in his irises.

“hajime,” he breathes. “don’t call me ‘iwaizumi’ while we do this. say my first name.”

iwaizumi doesn’t wait to hear you respond before he’s sliding himself in. your mouth immediately falls open when you feel his cock stretching out your walls, heavy and invading every inch of your sensitive hole. he’s being careful, but even then, it feels like he’s splitting you into two. you whimper, clenching your eyes shut as your velvety walls envelop his dick completely, and he lets out a low groan when he feels you fluttering and pulsing all around him.

he hasn’t even bottomed out inside you, yet your pussy welcomes him in so greedily. it’s like that insatiable cunt of yours was made to take him, made specifically for him to fall in love with and for him to fuck out on his cock until you couldn’t even think about having sex with other men. 

“ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuck-!” your voice is airy and drawn out, and iwaizumi wishes he could record it to play it over to himself over and over again. it’s wrong for him to feel this way, to let his heart reach through his bones and flesh towards you, but you keep squeezing his cock and trying to burn the imprint of his dick into your plush walls. 

and this is coming from him. he’s seen all sorts of clients, fucked all sorts of different people with that cool professionalism he prides himself with, selling out his body like some kind of commodity because people are willing to fork over money for him. 

but when it comes to you? iwaizumi’s convinced you’re a gift sent from heaven. you look so angelic—body all laid out for him, eyes clenched shut as your drooling cunt adjusts to the stretch, legs hooked over his hips, your entire body drunk off of him.

“feeling that good already?” he teases lightly. his calloused hands slap at your hips, and the slight sting makes you clench up around him. “not so fast, pretty lady. we still have a lot of fun in store for us. i can’t serve you properly if you’re going to let yourself go this quickly.” 

“c-cock feels so big-,” you whine out. his stomach lurches when he hears you moan, his swollen length threatening to twitch inside of you. the most animalistic urge to pound into you ruthlessly overtakes him momentarily, but iwaizumi swallows heavily and draws his hips back carefully instead. 

you let out such a breathless gasp when you feel his slick cock slide out of you before slowly penetrating you again. your walls clamp up and follow him, trying to suck him back into you, greedily clinging to every inch and vein on his girthy dick. what a greedy cunt you have, already broken in so obediently thanks to iwaizumi’s constant efforts, that it’s willing to eat up whatever the masseur is willing to give you. 

and he knows you’re feeling good. “c’mon, you’re doing so well for me, sweetheart. you can take it, can’t you? you’ve taken me before—yeah, that’s it, baby. gonna make you feel good on my cock. that pretty pussy of yours is doing so good…”

your gut twists at his words, and the heat that floods your stomach goes right to your head. your body feels sticky and hot, already overwhelmed from earlier. he’s so dirty even with his praise, and having your hot masseur’s cock splitting your cunt in two doesn’t make the throbbing in your core and skull feel any better.

“c-can’t take too much-,” you sob out, your voice shaking. “‘m still so sensitive- i just came-”

“you said you were ready, doll,” he reminds you. his voice pulls you through the fog and fatigue and overstimulation clinging to your nerves, and you peel your eyes open to look at him. your cunt won’t stop coiling around him, and he pumps his dick in and out, in and out. he’s not being particularly rough or even that demanding, yet having him fuck you slowly like this makes your toes curl.

it doesn’t even feel like he’s fucking you anymore. you swear that it feels like lovemaking, like he’s touching you in the way a lover should, rather than a monetary exchange between a patron and a worker… you’re overrun with the urge to cling to him, to call out his name like he asked you to.

he fucks his dick into you, carefully and lovingly. your pussy eagerly takes him in, sticky walls rubbing up all against him and making his head spin. iwaizumi wishes he could properly articulate how you feel, how good your body feels when he’s balls deep inside of you, but all he can fixate on is the way your cunt drools and sticks onto him. 

“so deep-,” you choke back a wave of lewd moans. your core flares with heat, with need, and every time his cockhead teases your insides, you shudder with ecstasy. it’s so wrong, to be so dependent on someone that isn’t even your lover to let out all of your pent-up libido, but it feels so good. “you’re going so deep…!”

“i know,” iwaizumi whispers. “i can feel your pussy taking me in. you’re doing so good for me, pretty girl. does it feel good?”

“yes! feels good, feels so good-,” you eagerly reply. “faster- you can move faster- wanna feel you more-”

oh? the knot in iwaizumi’s stomach hardens, and you let out a wanton whimper when you feel his grip on your hips tighten. you know you begged for him to give you more, yet when he snaps his crotch against yours a bit rougher, your body threatens to give out on you. he’s already pushing you to your limits, stretching out your seams, yet for some reason, you can’t get enough of how good it feels to have him break you over and over again.

“let yourself go, beautiful.” iwaizumi’s voice is haunting, determined to coax you into melting away. he wants you all tucked out and fucked in his arms, and your mind blanks every time you feel his cock ram into you with that much more force. your body lurches and shakes on the massage table, letting out loud gasps every time his dick plunges into you. 

“so good-!” you throw your head back, hands clawing at the sides of the table. “oh- god, fuck, fuck- fuuuuuck, you’re going to make a mess out of my pussy…!”

“haven’t i already?” iwaizumi lightly quips back. “you wouldn’t feel the need to visit me this much if i hadn’t.”

“more- more-,” you pant. your thighs quiver around his waist, locking around his body and trying to force him in further. you should know better than to trust him this much, especially when he’s fucking into you raw, but all your sex-crazed mind can think about in that very moment is having more of his cock inside of you. “ruin me, iwaizumi! break me even more!”

iwaizumi?

he furrows his brows, and his hands move from your hips to grab at your thighs. before you can look up at him, he’s forcing your legs apart and pinning them down to the table, spreading your cunt out wider and fucking into you harder. 

you immediately squeal and try to flail underneath him, the new angle and depth instantly scrambling up your insides. but iwaizumi’s grip on you is tight, and he holds you in that half-mating press-half-standing position as he drills his dick as deep as he can into you.

“i thought i told you not to call me that.” his dark eyes lock with yours, and your breath hitches in the back of your throat when you see how feral he looks. something unhinged and uncontrollable swirls behind his all-too-strained composure, and with how aggressively he’s pounding into you all of the sudden, you must have done something to him. “didn’t i tell you to quit using my last name?”

you’re fucked. you know deep down you are. with how iwaizumi’s ruthlessly angling his cock, making it feel like his cockhead is slamming right up against your womb, you can’t do anything other than letting him do as he wants. and god, does it feel good to let him have his way with you. 

“i’m sorry-!” you splutter out. you sound absolutely pathetic, your words starting to slur and rise in pitch. he’s perfected the art of breaking you apart piece by piece, and the wet noises of his cock rearranging your guts makes you only feel wetter and even more aroused. it’s too much, the way he’s stretching you out and teasing your sweet spots. “n-not too rough-! if you keep moving like that, i’ll cum…!”

“isn’t that what you want though? isn’t that the reason why you came to visit me? because that cunt of yours couldn’t feel good on its own?” his nails burrow into the soft flesh of your hips, and you moan out. everything hurts. everything feels too good. everything makes your body feel like it's been lit on fire and left to burn. “c’mon, sweetheart. i’m only here to do as you want me to. it’s not my fault if you can’t listen to my instructions. i’m going to make you cum all over my cock, break that cute pussy of yours with how good my cock is, and make sure you come back here begging and drooling for my dick every time you even so much as think about getting horny.”

the tension mounting inside of you is too much. you can barely think straight, too focused on iwaizumi pounding into you like a bull in heat. his balls slap against your ass, reminding you that you’re completely at this man’s mercy. you want to beg properly, grovel and whine underneath him to be nicer to you, but the way your hole desperately inhales his length betrays your rational intentions.

“i’m sorry- i’m sorry- i’ll be good-,” you promise. you’re not even sure what you’re apologizing for or what you’re promising to behave for, but the last thing you want to do is get on iwaizumi’s bad side. this is the only time he ever acts like this, acts so selfishly that it turns you on to the point where you think you’re about to enter cardiac arrest. you can’t help as much as he can’t: his cock feels perfect inside of you, like it was made for the sole purpose of pleasuring you and filling you up. “i can’t control myself…! feels like i’m going crazy-”

“yeah?” he pistons his hips into you, and the onslaught makes your vision go blank. “gonna lose yourself like that over my dick? over your masseur’s cock?”

“yes! yes, yes, yesyesyes-,” you breathe. “never had anything like your cock before- your cock is the best!”

“stroking my ego now, huh?” he chuckles. the pressure in your stomach won’t let up, but you feel your orgasm tingling around your senses. dangerously, slowly, like a snake slithering in the grass—even when he’s being brutish, iwaizumi’s movements are controlled and calculated. he’s only doing this to make you feel good, to find a way to maximize your pleasure, so that you turn into nothing more than a shell of a person. 

“please-,” you weakly blurt out. “‘m so close- so close to cumming… need just a little more! don’t tease me this much- i can’t do this anymore…!”

“you know what to do.” what iwaizumi wouldn’t give to reach over and hold you in his strong arms. to kiss you while you fall apart, tongues sloppily intertwining with one another as he mouth-fucks you while you cum all over his length. he’d touch you better than any lover could, pleasure you like you’re his partner. but he keeps his place, putting more force into his thrusts so that you shudder and thrash around futilely under his touches. 

it’s not right for him to want this or to demand this from you, but iwaizumi doesn’t care. you trust him, honestly more than you ever really should, and he wants to believe that maybe somewhere in your heart, you want this as much as he does. 

“say my name,” he demands. “just like how i told you to in the beginning. say my name, and then i’ll let you cum.”

you’re desperate. your stomach warps and wrings itself out of need, and you don’t even have the consciousness to think about whether or not this is appropriate. all you care about is cumming and cumming all over iwaizumi’s faithful cock.

“haji!” his name feels right on your tongue. it tastes sweet, like the syllables were made for you to moan out. “hajime, please! let me cum!”

that’s all he needs. everything about you feels lethal. your pleading eyes, body spread out all for him as you take his cock, pretty voice calling out his name like he’s always dreamt you would. he knows he’s going to be jerking himself off to this moment for months, hearing your voice echoing around his ears like the call of a dedicated girlfriend rather than a client. 

“fuck- fuck!” iwaizumi grunts. you shriek when he buries himself deep into you, cock brutally stretching out your cunt as he stuffs his entire length into your pussy. “take it! take it all…!”

he cums inside of you, spilling all he has into your fucked out hole. you feel his dick twitch and pulse before something hot floods your insides. it scalds you, and you arch your back at the sudden feeling before you’re cumming all over him too.

that’s so dirty. your pussy drools and clamps up all over his dick, milking him with all its got. iwaizumi’s made you cum plenty of times before, but this is the first time you’ve ever came from being creampied. it’s lewd, so ridiculously lewd, that it fills you with equal parts shame and pleasure. 

how far the mighty have fallen. 

your cunt flutters around him, and he groans, thrusting through his high. your head feels numb, and your senses nearly give out on you. your breathing turns shaky as you practically convulse underneath him, pussy overwhelmed with the mind blowing sensation of your second orgasm being forced out of you. you already felt stuffed full just from his cock, but having his cum rush into you makes it feel like you’re being bred pregnant by him.

the thought makes your heart skip a beat. it’s horrid, but you can’t deny the fact that it tempts you.

you don’t realize he’s pulled himself out of you until you feel his semen leaking out of your abused hole. iwaizumi takes a step back before almost collapsing against the wall, inhaling desperately as his hawk-like eyes never leave your form. there’s something possessive about the way he looks at his pearly cum oozing out of your cunt, and as much as it fills your face with heat, you don’t have it in you to close your legs just yet.

even through the haziness of your climax, you can’t help but think about how pitiful both of you are. separated by the wall called professionalism, you wonder if these fleeting moments of understanding are about as close as you’ll ever get with being honest with him. or at the very least, letting your heart speak for itself. 

…

…

…

“how much do i owe you for today?” you pull your coat closer to yourself, gripping your wallet in his hands. iwaizumi doesn’t look up from the cash register, but he waves his hand and dismisses you.

“don’t worry about it. i don’t mind letting you have today’s session on the house.” he pauses slightly before he glances up. the awkward silence between the two of you is both tragic and heartwarming, and you quietly pocket your wallet. 

“are you sure? i don’t mind paying. i’m your client,” you offer meekly, only to be met with his adamant refusal. 

the story always begins, ends, and repeats the same. 

you shuffle here, craving iwaizumi’s touch. he has his way with you, lets you have your fun, before you pay and disappear before he can ever do anything more. that’s all it should be and all it was ever supposed to be. he wonders when that line became blurred and at what point that he began wishing that the obvious ending would change.

there would come a day when you find someone, a man that you could love without all of these scary unknowns. maybe then you’d be satisfied and no longer find the need to visit him, and he’d be left here, alone in the massage parlor without the thought of you to keep him company. maybe he’d yearn for years on end, praying that you’d miraculously walk through the doors one day to see him again.

but good things don’t come as easily to men like him.

you smile and lean over to place your hand on top of his, breaking him out of his thoughts. “thank you, then. you really didn’t have to do that.”

“will i see you again soon?” he asks. even under the guise of politeness, his emotions betray him. and as for you—you swore that you’d stop coming back, that you’d quit being so dependent on iwaizumi for your sexual needs. 

but how can you say no when he asks you so directly?

you nod. “yeah. i promise to be back soon. you’ll be here for me then, hajime?”

his answer is what you expect. “always.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi hajime #x reader #fem reader #my writing

[kodaiki]

the broken hearts club.

summary: who knew a mere crush on your high school best friend could be so destructive in the end?

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

wc: 3.6k

genre/cw: pining (seriously, severe one side pining), best friend!iwa, angst (no fluff), naive!reader, reader who doesn’t set boundaries, memory-style fic (lots of flashbacks n past tense), college!au, (mentioned)high school!au, ft. oikawa, mentions of makki & mattsun.

a/n: dedicated to bby @apricunts bc this has been in my drafts forever </3333

knock, knock, knock.

you rub at your eyes, whether it was to push the fatigue or still festering sadness, it’s not clear, as you tread from your bedroom in the direction of your apartment's front door. your feet pad quietly against the hardwood floors as your arms wrap around yourself from the chill summer night air coming in from the open window of your living room that you forgot to shut before heading to bed.

approaching the door with a perplexed expression, you raise slightly on your tiptoes to look through the peephole but it's too dark in the hall – you really need to talk to your landlord about that broken automatic light – to see who's there.

you pray it's not some sort of stalker or murderer knocking on your door, and decide to pull it open with a tired, “hello?”

it's after midnight, though, so who the hell is knocking on my door at this time?

maybe it's ms. kim from the apartment above yours who lost her cat again and she's wondering if she'd snuck into your place through the fire escape, an event that never actually happened but she claims to have.

it was an annoying instance at best, having the woman appear at the strangest hours of the day, whether it be midnight or at the crack of dawn, worrying about her cat. although, you did understand on a certain level, caring for an animal companion and being worried of their safety, ultimately you were usually bothered.

“y/n.” the deep, gravelly, familiar voice is what makes your eyes spring open and you snap your neck up to meet the eyes of the subject on the other side of the doorframe.

“what’re you doing here?” you ask coldly, demeanor immediately shifting as you bring your hand up to clasp the door and begin shutting it. “go home.”

“wait, no, y/n.” the man on the other side of the door, iwaizumi hajime, easily braces the impact of the door shutting on him by holding out his arm, one much stronger than yours, and preventing it from closing. “will you please hear me out?”

curse his strength, really, you can't help but think with an eye roll.

“what on earth makes you think i should?” your eyebrows furrow in frustration and the tiredness your mind and body feel don’t help your mood as you stare daggers at the frowning man.

you’re broken, you believe.

and you blame the man in front of you for it.

“i... i-” he’s at a loss for words, evident by his stammering. the flush of his cheeks – wait, did he run here? nevermind, that doesn’t matter– deepens as he struggles to find the words.

but you don’t let him.

“how many times are you going to put me through this, huh?” you ask, humorless chuckle bubbling in your throat. “you want me one day, the next i’m a friend and and until now, i’m a stranger you couldn’t care less about. pick a damn dynamic and stop playing with me, iwaizumi.”

you’re exhausted at this point. tired of the game iwaizumi has you playing. though, it not very fair when he’s the one playing you.

it's a cat and wand game, you think. iwaizumi’s the one holding wand, dangling the fun colored stick with feather and beads hanging off it in front of you as you try to grasp at it; but you’re never able to, since iwaizumi pulls the wand out of sight before you have the chance.

that’s how your … relationship? friendship? that’s how whatever the hell you had was.

it wasn’t a secret that you had a thing for the guy — your mutual friend, oikawa liked to call it a lot more than a thing, sometimes chanting that you were indeed in love with his best friend to which you'd quickly yelp for him to shut up in case he heard him.

but the truth is, you could never have iwaizumi.

that much he made obvious.

you started off as friends, you recall, meeting in high school and living on the same block. when your mother met his, as embarrassing as it is to say, he was coerced into walking to you home in fear for your safety when you had after school clubs that ended rather late.

and iwaizumi always obliged. because he was a good guy.

fast forward to your last year of high school, and meanwhile your friendship developed into a best friendship, you’d also developed quite the crush on the guy. and ... well, it was sorta obvious; your cheeks were always flushed around him and you smiled more than anyone ever saw at school.

he never voiced it if he noticed, though. sometimes during high school, you wondered if iwaizumi himself were so oblivious to your feelings but where you stand now, you believe he simply ignored your feelings.

that didn’t stop him from indulging it though, did it?

he bought you lunch, invited you over to his house with oikawa or his other friends from the volleyball team that were in your year. he made you part of his group; it was out of mere convenience: the formation of a friendship solely because it was so easy to.

"hey doofus," he'd greeted, approaching you at lunch, while you picked at the jello cup you'd bought from a vending machine since you inconveniently forgot your bento at home. "have some of mine."

he plops half a sandwich onto a napkin in front of you before sliding into the cafeteria seat across from yours.

"thanks," you'd murmured, hiding the flush of your cheeks as you stared down at his offering.

"do i need to start packing an extra bento for you now?" iwaizumi asked, amused tone filling his voice, and he leaned forward to ruffle the hair atop your head. "i think this is the second time this month."

"shut up!" you fired back as he laughed at your forgetfulness. still, the gesture warmed your heart, evident by the darkness of your cheeks.

it meant much more to you than it meant to him, you conclude, looking back at the smiles you shared in those hangouts with a bitter taste in your mouth.

things started to change when your friends, other girls from your class or clubs, became involved. iwaizumi – and oikawa, since he was sort of a celebrity at your school – were suddenly in your own personal friendships. you believed it was for the latter’s sake and your friends, who had an utter crush on the man as every other girl at your school did. but now thinking back at it, the former had a hand in that, too.

iwaizumi dated your closest friend at the time. funnily enough, she was the only friend you'd blatantly told about your crush on iwaizumi, something she claimed to have supported and shipped with her whole heart.

so to hear about their relationship maybe a month later? stung to say the least.

she'd said he confessed to her, something iwaizumi later confirmed, and admitted that amidst your own rambling about the spiker, she'd developed a crush as well and couldn't say no.

you think that was the first time iwaizumi unknowingly broke your heart. of course, your close friend did, too, and you chose to break off the friendship, something which she unsurprisingly didn't mind since she got what she wanted in the end. so why couldn't you let go of iwaizumi? well, it wasn't his fault he had feelings for someone else.

you blamed yourself for your own sadness, however, scolding yourself that you never came clean about your feelings for him so how was he supposed to know? additionally, you were the one who didn't want to tell him in the first place in fear of ruining your friendship if your feelings weren't reciprocated.

when they began dating, you were no longer prominent in his mind. to put it bluntly, he forgot about you. you were left at the school doors receiving texts that he’d already left to walk your friend home, apologizing with some sad emoticon as if he truly cared. no longer were you invited to hang out like you used to, maybe seeing him in passing in the hallways at school and greeting each other with distant waves.

when he did see you in school for more than a few seconds though, maybe in between classes on a break that he wasn't spending with her or when she was busy, all he could do was talk about her.

"y/n, you don't even get it, she's like, the best," he'd gushed one day as he scribbled down notes for your upcoming anatomy exam.

"yeah?" you muse rather dryly, attempting to zone out during these sorts of comments. it's not exactly easy hearing the guy you like talk about the girl he's dating, so ignoring it was the next best option.

"definitely, she made me brownies last week? i think i finished them in a day. god, she's a great baker. did i mention her parents own a bakery? we go there after school all the time and ..."

and he went on and on, unaware of the frown on your face when he's not looking, nor the forced smile when he happened to meet your gaze with his.

but they eventually broke up ... and dynamics changed again.

suddenly, iwaizumi was back in your life, sitting next to you at lunch, exchanging words as if no time had passed.

and stupidly, you forgave whatever feelings he’d caused you. because he was a good guy! he didn’t actually mean to hurt you, he probably didn’t even know!

he was more forward than ever before, even breaching the line of flirting with you. your hangouts weren’t explicitly called dates but they sure as hell felt like it: the charming smiles your way, the smooth words about how pretty you were, the brushing of hands when walking beside each other, it was too much to debate…

"your hair is up today," iwaizumi'd observed, looking over at you for more than a glance as you walked down the familiar streets leading to your neighborhood.

"yeah, the weather's too warm to keep it down."

"it's nice, i like it."

five simple words, just five words, and they made your stomach do somersaults. you started wearing your hair up more often, with the mere hope that your friend may have commented (maybe complimented) again about it.

soon enough, he was initiating the skinship with you, tucking hair behind your ear when it fell while you did homework together. he grasped your hand when you were walking too slow for him on your way to or back from school. it became so normal that before you knew it, you didn't realize it was almost couple behavior. well, not until that talk.

"you haven't kissed anyone?" iwaizumi had gaped, sitting up from his relaxed position on your bed as he scrolled on his phone.

you'd been sitting at your desk, working on a project while iwaizumi kept you company, throwing off ideas for suggestions.

"nope," you answered embarrassedly, cheeks flaring at the fact. you were in your last year of high school, surely it should've happened by now. well, it's tough when the guy you want to kiss is only your closest guy friend and you're too afraid to ruin the friendship. "you must know that, what other guys do i hang out with?"

"my teammates," he said bluntly with a shrug.

"you think i'm snogging with oikawa or something?" you couldn't help but laugh at the disgusted expression of his face.

"no! i dunno ... maybe makki or mattsun."

"no way." your laughter fell to a giggle. "it is sorta embarrassing though."

"not really."

"is, too!" you spun on your chair to face him. "imagine how embarrassing it'll be in college and someone asks me about my first kiss and i'll have to say it hasn't happened yet!"

"doesn't matter," iwaizumi shakes his head. "first kisses don't really mean much."

"really?" you murmur, frown forming on your face. "i want my first kiss to mean something."

"you're so sappy." he rolls his eyes. "but i mean nobody cares about first kisses. you can lie if anything and just say you kissed someone in high school.

"haji, you know i'm a bad liar."

"fair enough." he takes a long sigh and glances around your room. "kiss me then."

you did a double-take at that, first instinct saying you misheard him and you sputter, "w-what did you say?"

he shrugs, ignoring your horrified expression. "kiss me then, get it over with so you can tell your future boyfriend that you did have your first kiss and it won't be so embarrassing."

"that's not funny," you huff, looking away from him as a pout forms on your face.

"i'm not joking!" he laughs. "it's just an offer, you can reject it if you want."

you pause at that, peeking over at him through your periphery, and noticing his truthful, yet all the same nonchalant expression, you seriously think about it.

oh, how wrong of a choice this was.

having your first kiss be your best friend friend you have feelings for meanwhile he believes he'd just do you a favor saving you from embarrassment.

"you'd do that?"

"i'm your best friend, ain't i?"

you should've say no, you really should've.

"okay."

you remember his lips were soft, melding against yours and guiding you through most of it due to your lack of experience. and damn, was he a good kisser. you expected a mere peck, something that lasted maybe a few seconds, not the make out session it turned out to be that lasted minutes. by the time you separated, you'd both had flushed cheeks and swollen lips, laughing afterward about the bizarreness of it all.

alas, you fell harder than before. the crush grew into a deeper emotion, maybe grazing the concept of love, but you never got to explore that feeling further with him.

iwaizumi got another girlfriend.

the second heartbreak, all by the doing from the same man as the first. surely, you looked too deeply into things? you were reaching for signs that he liked you back and it was actually truly platonic everything he was doing and saying before?

you felt like an idiot.

once more, your lunch table was left with you at it, maybe some friends from your classes, but no iwaizumi. your walks were lonely again as were the shared chat messages with him, having days or weeks pass before a new text chain.

you remember calling yourself stupid while hot, angry tears rolled down your cheeks. yourself! you blamed yourself for the heartache you felt.

you barely remember their relationship, facing iwaizumi's avoidance once again, but this time ten-fold. maybe you also played a role in avoiding him, too, far too afraid to face him while he looked so lovesick; too afraid you'd simply burst into tears.

you all soon graduate. iwaizumi decided to go abroad to the united states, a decision not agreed with by his girlfriend, leading to their inevitable breakup.

a few days into the first semester of your college experiences, iwaizumi texted you.

9:12 A.M. [hajime :3] hey y/n 9:12 A.M. [you] why aren't u asleep? isn't it like 1am there? 9:14 A.M. [hajime :3] couldn't sleep 9:15 A.M. [hajime :3] i miss u :(

here we go again …

you struggle with the long distance friendship only slightly, your biggest enemy being the time difference. but voice memos and scheduled texts are a best friend in those times of need. you wake to sweet morning messages from your former friend, recalling his day and wishing you a better one.

you don’t remember how you were so willingly open to begin a friendship with iwaizumi again, let alone while he’s in another country.

maybe he’d come to his senses?

no.

iwaizumi hajime was afraid of being alone. he’d keep anyone around to just to keep that from happening. so when he went abroad to a new place with no one he knew, it’s only obvious he’d reach out to you, the girl too naive to say no to him.

in november, he ghosts you.

you receive no messages, no facetime calls, nothing. it was as if he disappeared. you were worried for him at first, unsure if he lost or broke his phone. until you see his instagram story as see he’s been hanging out with a new group of people.

oh, so once again, he found his new home of a friend group, becoming comfortable in the new country he was a adjusting to.

it was that moment when you realized you were a filler person. the buffer between his phases, his friends, his girlfriends. his team was his core, he couldn't take them for granted and return when he wanted to, he simply couldn't do that. you though, someone who looked at him like he hand placed all the stars in the galaxy, he could.

during his times of loneliness, needing any distraction, you were it. the distraction; the temporary fix while he healed or was in search for someone new.

no tears spill over your cheeks when you come to the realization. your eyes, brimmed with tears as you stare in fury at that damn group picture with him and strangers you decide you loathe for no good reason, redden as you suck it up and refuse to let them fall.

iwaizumi returns to japan for summer break, expecting to reunite with his old best friends and have the summer of his life before returning back to school for the fall semester.

just a few weeks earlier, oikawa had texted you about a group dinner they (they being him with the addition of matsukawa and hanamaki) were going to in reuniting with their old teammate and friend.

given all that’s happened, you pass on the offer.

“huh?” oikawa had sounded into the phone when he calls you in confusion at your response. if anything, he’d think you’d be the most excited for iwaizumi to come home.

“tell him welcome home from me,” you mumbled out, promptly ending the call with no explanation. no 'i'm busy,' no 'aw i'm sorry i can't make it!'

just 'no thanks.'

oikawa isn’t stupid, though. he quickly pieced your past the best he could from being a third person party looking in on you and iwaizumi's friendship, in addition to your tired tone. you’d gone through enough, so he really doesn't blame you. therefore, he doesn't beg or try to talk you into going, that'd just be unfair to you.

that dinner was tonight, the night you had no plans filling your evening, deciding to stay home at your college apartment, enjoying your own independence away from your family's home.

you saw the posts your friends, his fellow old teammates, had made, welcoming iwaizumi back home on their instagram stories, so the reminder just made you sad all over again; so sad that a man, a boy, could throw your heart for such a whirlwind, shredding your idea of love in your own mind.

iwaizumi, who's staring at his shoes quietly, finally breaks the silence with a small, "i'm sorry."

you can't help but scoff at that. "sorry? you're sorry?" you laugh again. "iwaizumi, go home." the name still feels foreign on your tongue, having been used to calling him by his first name for most of your friendship.

he looks up, panicked eyes boring into yours. "i didn't mean to hurt you! i swear, i was dumb and stupid a-and-"

"but you did," you cut him off and your tone has dropped considerably. you're exhausted. "goodbye, now. enjoy your summer."

"y/n, please!" he pleads exasperatedly, lurching forward in attempt to enter your apartment but your hand across the doorframe gives him a sign he's better off not.

you've never confronted him like this about your feelings. and maybe that was your fault for allowing yourself to be strung along this far. but at least you're holding your ground now.

"i tried going home, but god, the feeling of not seeing you at dinner. i just, i need you to-"

"to what?" your brows furrow deeper, anger seeping back into your body. "you need me to what? forgive you? call you hajime and pretend like you didn't break my heart countless times? get over it, iwaizumi. it's over. whatever this is, it's done."

"y/n," he trails off, shoulders falling into a slouch as his eyes widen in fear.

"you hurt me." your words cut through him like a knife, nothing but defensiveness and hurt lacing your tone. you ignore the wobble of your lower lip as you speak and push back the burning behind your eyes. "i loved you and you hurt me."

iwaizumi's face pales and he opened his mouth, though nothing comes out. you nod to yourself, reading his guilty expression.

"so go home and forget about me. it shouldn't be so hard since you've done it a few times already. good night." you take advantage of iwaizumi's frozen state, caught up in his own mind as he wracks his head for something to say, closing the door in front of him with a satisfying the thud. it'd be more satisfying if you were to slam it, but given you're a respectful tenant, aware of your neighbors and what time it is, a polite door shut is enough.

and as you walk back to your bedroom, shoulders shaking from the sobs you've kept in all night, all you can think is:

you wish it were ms. kim nagging about her damn cat that was at the other side of the door.

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[silverhairsimp]

Hajime Iwaizumi x reader

Here's my submission for @hanmas When Nobody's Home Collab (I AM SO SORRY IT'S SO LATE).

CW: MINORS DO NOT ENTER! 18+ stepcest, panty sniffer!Iwa, panty thief!Iwa, noncon, somnophilia, vaginal fingering, oral (f.receiving), car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, jealous stepbro!iwa, alcohol consumption (all characters written are in their last year of college and over the age of 21). Let me know if I missed anything in the tags/warnings.

WC: 7.7k (AND IT IS GOOD TO BE BACK!)

ALMOST FORGOT. SHOUT OUT TO @weebaboobs for beta reading for me 🧡 ily bb

Summers home from college always mean the same thing: coming back and being forced to live with your step brother as if the two of you are in high school again, fighting over a shared bathroom and waking up every morning right across the hall from one another. It’s as if nothing’s changed since those first few weeks of living together after your mom and his dad decided to tie the knot. Tensions were high and neither of you thrilled about no longer being the only child. Never being able to shake the feeling as if you can’t escape each other’s presence no matter where you went in the house.

Except one thing has changed…

His friends treat you differently now. Before, you were just Iwaizumi’s little sister. Someone they loved to pick on, constantly snickering at the way you’d get upset over their incessant teasing, always talking about you behind their back.

But now? You’re no longer the wing-spiker’s little sister… you’re you.

A mature, young woman that grew very nicely into her body; filling out each and every curve perfectly. 

So it’s no surprise that his friends are at the doorstep of your family’s shared home almost every day, suggesting beach trips or pool parties. Hell, even backyard movie nights - anything to see you in a swimsuit or those skimpy little sleep shorts you were notorious for wearing. 

It was so annoying for your step brother, having all of his friends fawn over you like that. And Iwaizumi never understood… Oikawa has a parade of girls following him everywhere, so why is he so infatuated with you? Matsukawa’s no better - Iwaizumi was sure you had heard the rumors about him and all he has to offer, convinced the pretentious ass just wants to prove to you that they’re true. 

So, when your mom and step dad texted that they’d be vacationing in Europe all summer, that meant two things: his friends adamantly trying to spend time with you, and an entire summer alone with your step brother. 

There would be no one to mediate the fights the two of you were guaranteed to get into. No one to break the tension between you and your brother - something the two of you have ignored for as long as you can remember. No one to keep his friends in check when they think about getting a little too forward with you. And no one to run to when it all became too much, because no one else would be around. 

Your brother returned home before you did, his University ending their semester two weeks before yours. So when you finally pulled up to the house, it was no surprise to see three familiar cars parked out front. You could hear the TV blaring from the driveway as you grabbed your backpack and suitcase and made your way to the front door. 

“Unlocked. Of course.” You grumble to yourself and roll your eyes, letting out a deep sigh before pushing the heavy door open. 

Their attention on the screen was hardly broken at the sound of the door opening, and it wasn’t until you slammed it shut that everyone turned to you. Well, almost everyone. 

Oikawa was the first to jump over the couch: “y/n, nice to see you again. I could help you bring your stuff to your room, maybe help you unpack…?” He was always so forward and nonchalant. 

Matsukawa sat with his arm draped over the back of the couch and did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he was staring at your tits. You really should’ve known better than to wear a low cut crop top and high waisted jean shorts, which surely did nothing to keep your ass from hanging out. 

“Thanks for the offer, but I can handle it myself.” You push past Oikawa, who mutters something about ‘gotta love an independent woman’. You nod your head to Matsukawa who brings his eyes up to meet yours only briefly before going back to checking you out. 

Iwaizumi, on the other hand, was still holding the gaming controller and paying you absolutely no mind. You walk over and slap him in the back of the head, “thanks for the warm welcome, asshole.” 

He snickers at you and curses, “Look! You fucking made me die!” 

To which you respond with a wave of your hand over your shoulder and a “Boo hoo… you were gonna die anyways.” 

It was always like this between the two of you: pushing each other's buttons and getting under each other's skin until neither of you could handle it anymore… it was only a matter of who would crack first.

You spend the afternoon taking trips out to your car and back inside, the summer heat getting to you more and more with each trek. Small droplets of sweat roll down your temple and the sinful thoughts that grace the minds of the men on the couch are anything but few and far between. Those thoughts only intensify when you bend over by the front door to take off your shoes, ass on display while you rearrange the ones already discarded there. 

With the last bag inside, you head off to your bedroom to start unpacking. There's a bag full of dirty laundry that needs to be washed and a few suitcases that need to be put away. But, after the first one, you’re not sure how much more you have the energy for. 

There will be plenty of time later, you think to yourself. 

The day is still young, and it’ll be nice and sunny outside for at least a few more hours. You dig through your half unpacked suitcase and pull out a brand new bikini, quickly slipping it on even with your bedroom door cracked open. 

You pull a towel out of the hall closet and throw it over your shoulder, purposefully walking in front of the TV and grabbing the attention of three pairs of eyes on your way out to the backyard. 

“Gonna go for a swim,” you say, looking directly at Iwaizumi as you take long strides toward the back door, swaying your hips a little more than usual and waiting for at least two of the three men to jump out of their seats and join you. 

Oikawa and Matsukawa are quick to follow. There’s not a second of hesitation before they’re shouting a quick “We wanna swim too!” and darting out the door, leaving Iwaizumi inside all alone. 

He knew he should’ve waited to invite those two over.. now he’s never going to have any alone time with you. He can’t seem to wrap his head around what he's feeling. It doesn’t make sense: why he’s so irritated. Even with trying to focus on the game, he can’t help the way his eyes flit over his shoulder every time he hears your laugh and the warmth it brings to his chest. 

Why is he so jealous of Matsukawa hovering behind you? And the way he takes far too long to rub the sunscreen into your shoulders. Why does he feel so possessive when Oikawa puts a hand on your knee? He shouldn’t be acting like this over his step sister… but, maybe that’s why… you’re his step sister. His. He can’t resist the urge anymore, he wants to be the one to put his hands all over you. He wants to be the one to rub the sunscreen into your smooth skin. He wants to be the one with his hand on your thigh, or perhaps pinning you down underneath him and holding you open by them instead. 

Iwaizumi grumbles to himself, sick of his own self pity, and finally gets up, walking down the hall and stopping in front of his door. He reaches out for the door knob before looking over his shoulder. He shouldn’t be turning around and walking towards your room instead, but he is. He pokes his head inside to see the organized mess strewn across the floor. The different piles of clothes, the half folded ones still in your suitcase… but one thing really catches his eye: a light teal g-string sitting right on top of your laundry pile. 

He can’t help but wonder if you wore it on your way home, and before he can stop himself, he’s opening your door even further, taking two strides in and picking them up in his hand. He starts to bring them to his face until the sound of the sliding back door pulls him out of his trance. He’s almost positive he hears Oikawa beg for you to stay and keep him company, but his distance from the back door makes it difficult to accurately hear. 

Quickly, he shoves your panties into his pocket and makes sure to leave your door cracked the same amount as when he first went in. 

He heads back into his own room and pulls out a pair of swim trunks, officially deciding that he wasn’t going to let his friends have all the fun with you. He pulls your panties out of his pocket and shoves them inside his pillow case for safekeeping and throws his comforter over the top. He tosses his shirt in the hamper just as soon as you appear in the doorway of his room: 

“You really shouldn’t change with the door open, never know who could be watching…” His cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink at the insinuation behind your surprisingly seductive words and he turns around before his body gives too much away. 

The way you lean against the door frame: arms crossed and wearing hardly anything, the curve of your hips and your smooth legs… it's like you’re begging for his touch. The idea of running his hands all over your body stirs something deep within him - something he’s not quite sure he’s ready to give in to and acknowledge yet. His brows furrow as he looks over to the secret he’s keeping under his pillow, and he can’t help but think how you’d look standing in the doorway in that same teal g-string. He clears his throat but refuses to turn back around to look at you, “thought you were going swimming.” 

“I was, but then I thought about how boring it was without you there. Issei and Tooru can only keep me entertained for so long,” a heavy sigh leaves your lips, “just wanted you to come out and join us for some real fun.” And with that, you push off the door frame and make your way back outside, disappearing down the hall without another word. 

Iwaizumi mutters those words back to himself, real fun…? What the hell could you mean by that? 

The rest of the evening is spent by the poolside, laughing, drinking, exchanging stares with your step-brother that say so much, yet so little at the same time. By now, you’ve lost count of the numbers of beers that the four of you have gone through, as well as the number of pickup lines Oikawa has seemingly “blessed” you with. If you had to take a guess, the numbers are pretty evenly matched. 

With your buzz starting to get to you, you head inside to get some food, thankful that there were plenty of leftovers still in the fridge. You pull out a dish, grab a plate and set it in the microwave to heat up. Your elbows rest on the cold surface of the counter as you aimlessly scroll through your phone, catching up with social media and responding to text threads letting your friends know you’re back home for the summer. 

You wouldn’t’ve heard the sliding door being shut even if you were listening for it. Too encapsulated in that little device to notice that your step brother had come back inside to check on you. 

And he is definitely checking on you. 

Watching as the thong of your swimsuit rides up even higher with each sway of your hips. The way your legs and ass flex everytime you rock from your heels to your toes. He can’t bring himself to say anything, not when the only thoughts in his head are filthy ones of you. 

He tries to mask the disappointment on his face when the timer goes off and you move to grab your plate out of the microwave. Out of the corner of your eye you finally notice him. “Oh, hey Haji, how long have you been standing there?” your eyes meet and you can’t help but notice the little red tint in his cheeks, wondering if it's from the alcohol or maybe something else… 

“Just walked in actually, wanted to let you know the boys are staying the night.” He says as he rubs the back of his neck, squinting his eyes just a bit to try and get another peek at your hardly covered body without making it too obvious.

 You laugh and shake your head, “I’ll make sure to lock my door tonight then.” 

He laughs nervously along with you and asks himself, would you lock your door if it were just him? Would you purposefully leave it cracked in hopes he’d come in? He considers tampering with the lock, guaranteeing himself some sort of access if he ever wanted it… and fuck, does he want it. He supposes he’ll have to wait until the next time he gets to spend with you alone to find out. 

Time seems to pass by exceptionally fast after the four of you had called it a night. Freshly showered and with the rest of your stuff put away, you poke your head out of your door once more. 

Just across the hall, you can see the subtle glow of your brother's TV through the crack of his door. Muffled laughs and not-so-quiet gaming taunts reach your ears as your step brother and his friends continue their night away from you. 

You chew on your cheek and shift your feet where you stand, debating whether or not you should actually lock your door tonight... It couldn’t hurt to leave it open, could it? Would it really be that bad if one of them were to come in during the night? Especially if there was a chance that the one was your step brother…

–

The next day went by much faster than you’d planned. The morning was spent with your face buried in the same text thread from last night, making plans with your friends to go out to a new club that had opened while all of you were away at school. 

All of the boys kept to themselves until right before you were getting ready to go out. Since your step brother was so considerate to have company over, you invited your friends to get ready at your place. 

He thought that a good nights sleep and some advil would be enough to sober up his thoughts of you, but he can’t fight off the sudden feeling of irritability he has. He doesn’t want you to go out with your friends and he doesn’t want his friends here. Having you alone is the only thing crossing his mind, and the fact that he can’t have that frustrates him even more. You don’t belong to him… he shouldn’t be so selfish as to not let you go out with your friends. But there’s a part of him that thinks you should belong to him.

He now sits on the couch with his knee bouncing and his shoulders raised to his ears in frustration at the music that’s playing far too loud in your room and the obvious amounts of alcohol you’re already consuming.

It was always the fucking same, he thinks to himself with the palms of his hands pressed to his eyes. You get way too drunk and call him in the middle of the night begging to be picked up. There’s no way he’d let it happen again - not this time. But when you finally reappear in the entryway of the door, all frustrations he had suddenly disappear when he sees you. Maybe he won’t let you leave at all. 

Everything about you makes his head spin: the way your hair’s styled perfectly, and the fact that your dress is entirely too short for anyone's eyes but his. He can’t even consider tearing his gaze away from your smooth legs and how toned they look flexing in those heels you’re wearing. 

But before he has any time to protest, you're already offering him one last smile as you walk out the door.

He flops back on the couch with a dramatic huff, staring at the ceiling as he thinks of all the ways this night could possibly go. 

Even with his friends keeping him occupied at the house, he can’t help but check his phone every 5 minutes looking for updates from you. The occasional snap chat notification comes through, but it’s nothing personal to him. 

It’s shameful, really, how many times he has to excuse himself to his room or the bathroom just to replay the video on your story. The way you hold your phone above you, getting the perfect angle to capture your body in that dress, showing off the sway of your hips for the camera. 

Were you doing this for all your friends on social media? Maybe for yourself? Or was it for him? 

He’s lost track of the number of times he’s swiped up to respond to what you’re posting. But nothing seems right to say. He can’t be too forward, unaware of what you want, or what you think of him… but most importantly, he’s your step brother! He shouldn’t be having any of these thoughts in the first place… 

The minutes turn to hours and he comes to the realization that he really just needs to sleep it off. Whatever it is. He pads off to his room, leaving Oikawa and Matsukawa on the couch with their half eaten boxes of pizza and empty bottles of beer. 

For the first few minutes, Iwaizumi lays on his back looking up at the ceiling, so many thoughts running through his mind, but he can’t decide on any to dissect. He wonders what you’re doing right now and who you’re with. Are you with your friends still? Or is someone else taking up all your time? 

He picks up a pillow and smashes it against his face, holding it there for a second as he tries to figure out why he cares so much about anything you’re doing tonight. His eyes slowly start to drift shut, too tired and confused to think about this any further, until something else catches his attention. 

He lifts the pillow off his face and digs inside the case, pulling out the little piece of clothing he took from your room yesterday. With all the time to himself, he brings your panties to his nose and inhales deeply. His eyes shouldn’t be rolling to the back of his head at your scent, but goddamnit, why did you have to smell so sweet? 

He’s got half a mind to use them to get himself off, but he can’t ruin them. He’ll find something else to get off to later. Maybe you’ll even help him with it? 

It’s almost 2 am when the sound of his phone vibrating against his night stand wakes him up. He rolls over, smirking at your panties he still had wrapped around his fist before reaching a hand out to flip his phone face up to see your caller ID. His first instinct is to answer, but he told himself he wouldn't do this again. He won’t come to your rescue, especially when he has all these thoughts to sort through. 

He hits the decline button, flipping his phone face down until his room goes dark again. He pulls the covers over his head in an attempt to resist any further temptation, and that's when he hears it: 

Ringing interrupted by a wave of text messages:

Haaaaaajiiiiiii

I know its late

I’m so so so ssorry 

Can you pleeease come pick me up :((

By the time he actually answers the phone, he’s ready to tell you to quit bothering him and find your own ride home. But, those words are caught in his throat when he hears a voice on the other line. One that doesn’t belong to any of the friends you left with, or any one he knows. 

“Just come home with me sweetheart… Y’don’t need anyone else t’come n’get’cha…”

He can’t believe he’s actually considering coming to get you. “Damn y/n, haven’t even been home a few days and already you’re planning on going home with strangers?” He huffs a laugh on the other line like his words were meant to prove something. 

“Shut up! That’s why I called you…” your voice sounds desperate. So needy. He finds it cute. 

Iwaizumi is too quiet for far too long on the other line, so you speak up again, “Would you prefer I call Tooru or Issei instead? I’m sure they’d come get me in a heartbeat… on second thought, maybe i will go home wi–”

He cuts you off before you can get another word out, “’m on my way.” 

You hang up the phone with a grin on your face, not even sorry to be telling the stranger you won’t be joining him tonight. 

The whole drive over he can’t help but think about what would’ve happened if he didn’t answer your call. 

There was no way he was gonna let you, his sweet little step sister, go home with some asshole that only wanted one thing. And for fucks sake, his friends? If only you knew the things they said about you - the things they wanna do to you, he’d never admit it but, most of them he’d like to do to you himself…

Iwaizumi had every intention of ignoring you, but when you mentioned them, and when he thought about anyone else having you tonight, it made his stomach turn. 

It was only about 20 minutes before Iwaizumi was pulling up to the curb outside the club. He opens the door to his truck with gritted teeth, trying to compose himself at the sight of some random guy's arm still slung around your shoulder and his face far too close for comfort. 

He opens up the passenger side door, “y/n. Let’s go.” 

You take a few steps toward the truck, only to be pulled back by your hand, “C’mon baby, you don’t gotta go with him.” 

Quickly retracting your hand as you pick up the pace and make it to the door he’s holding open for you. As soon as you take that step up into the truck, Iwa makes sure to move behind you to block the view before you flash anyone still watching. Maybe he selfishly wanted that view all to himself. 

Once he’s back in the car, the ride is quiet, neither of you saying much of anything. There’s a soft clattering of your heels being taken off and dropping to the floorboard. Your head is spinning, from both the alcohol and the unspoken tension that's filling the car right now. 

Instead of saying anything, you lean your head against the cool glass of the window and pull your feet into the seat. Thankfully there’s just enough room to tuck them under the middle seat that’s folded down to separate you from your step brother. 

You don’t remember being this tired, but after situating yourself, the quiet hum of the engine and the music playing in the background is enough to lull you to sleep. 

Iwaizumi does his best to keep his eyes on the road, but as soon as he hears you take that deep breath and let out a little hum, he can’t help the way his focus shifts towards you. 

He watches the slow rise and fall of your chest and the way your tits strain against your dress. His eyes follow down where your dress is cinched at the curve of your waist until his gaze lands on something else… something much more interesting than anything else on the road.

He’s sure you hadn’t realized it, but when you pulled your feet up you exposed a completely different part of your body. Something that he’s been dying to see for as long as he can remember… Peeking out of your short dress, is your pretty little pussy, covered in the thinnest lace he thinks he’s ever seen.

Without even thinking twice about it, he reaches for the folded seat in the middle and lifts, now creating a perfect bench in the front seat of his truck. He couldn’t bring himself to pull his eyes away. 

It was no wonder you had some random guy hanging off of you all night. He’s not sure he would’ve been able to contain himself had he seen you like this earlier. This was exactly why he had to step in, no one else was, or is, going to have you. 

It was wrong, he knew it was, but he almost didn't have control over the way his hand stretched out toward you. His thumb rests on the underside of your ass, gently spreading you apart as tries to get a better look at the outline of your puffy lips. 

If it weren’t for the upcoming stop sign, he’s sure he would’ve kept his attention between your legs. Perhaps he should be thankful for the stop sign in the middle of the night with absolutely no one around… 

With each second that passes, he can’t help but think about how you feel, how you taste… He knows your guys’ house is only a few more minutes away, but no matter what he does to distract himself and get the two of you home, he can’t pull his focus away from you. 

He turns the air conditioner up just a little higher and the music up just a bit louder. Even tries to fidget with his phone, but he can’t. It’s no use, not when you’re here… like this. 

Your legs begin to shift a little bit just as he passes the house and he doesn’t want this to end, so he keeps driving. Wanting to keep you asleep so he has time to sort out these thoughts in his head and the aching in his pants. 

Once you’ve fallen back into a comfortable sleep, he reaches out to you again and settles a hand right on the side of your thigh. His thumb circles the bottom of your ass, each stroke threatening to go lower and lower until he reaches the edge of your panties. The closer he gets to your core, the more he can feel heat radiating from it. 

Can you feel what he’s doing to you? Do you like it? He wishes he could bring himself to wake you up and ask you, but he can’t. Not yet. 

He inhales deeply and grips the steering wheel impossible tight as he lets his thumb trace along the edge of the lace. His exhale comes out shaky, he's not sure if it’s because he’s nervous or because he knows how wrong this is. It’s probably a combination of both. 

He drives like this for a bit: making slow turns down poorly lit roads, keeping his hand in place and working his way a bit lower every few miles. There’s not a single car in sight as he approaches another stop sign. 

He presses gently on the breaks and rolls to a stop, his focus is right where his thumb rests against your skin. He puts his truck in park, but keeps the engine idling as he takes in another deep breath before moving his thumb across your slit. 

The touch ghosts over you, hardly even there but he feels you. The growing wet spot starts to show, even with the darkness of night surrounding the two of you. He repeats the motion and adds more pressure with each deliberate drag of his thumb. 

The slick building up on his thumb only makes him want more– more of this and more of you. He spreads the wetness up your slit and circles your clit through your panties. 

“Hnngh– H-Haji-me…” 

He freezes when he hears you mutter his name… but your eyes are still closed when he looks over at you. There’s no way his thoughts can be right, but there’s no other explanation. You think about him too, he convinces himself. 

Part of him wants to wake you up so you can both enjoy this moment, and the other wants to see how much he can get away with while you're still asleep.

For the first time, he pulls the fabric between his fingers and lays his eyes on your bare cunt. Strings of slick still connect your lower lips to your thong as he pulls it away. He’s surprised you don’t wake up once the rush of cool air from the ac hits you, but he’s not complaining one bit. 

His throat bobs as he swallows thickly at the sight of you, he mutters a soft fuck before he licks his lips. Wanting nothing more than to dive in and eat you out like he’s been wanting to for months– hell, years!

The temptation is hitting him full force as he spreads your lips open with two fingers. Your clenching little hole practically begging to be filled by him. He thinks of all the things he’d do to you: the way he’d take it nice and slow, starting off with one finger, then adding another, maybe one more after that. Maybe he’d prep you, but he’s living for the thought of stretching you open with his cock and as much resistance as possible with how tight you’d be. 

He wonders how greedily you’d suck him in, how politely – or pathetically – you’d beg for more. His thoughts are short lived once you start to shuffle around again. Mindlessly rubbing your thighs together before you crack open your eyes and look at him. 

Iwaizumi should be ashamed and embarrassed that he’d practically been caught touching you like this, but he's almost relieved. Relieved enough to finally see the way your eyes roll to the back of your head once he gets the chance to bury his fingers knuckle deep inside of you. Relieved to finally be able to hear that pretty voice telling him what makes you feel good and where you need his touch. 

He starts to pull his hand away, thinking maybe the two of you should talk about this or at least acknowledge what he’s doing. To his surprise, and your own, you reach out to grab his wrist, keeping his hand in place. 

“Haji… did you want something?” you’re clearly giving him a chance to answer honestly but he’s almost frozen. Unsure what to do or say until you pull his hand even closer. 

He clears his throat and rubs a finger up and down your slit, just like he had before you woke up. “Yeah… I uh– you. I want you.” 

“Mmm, me? What about me?” you’re teasing him and he’s almost getting impatient. He’s had a hard on since he first saw your thong peeking out from under your dress and the teasing is making him even more impatient. 

“Why don’t you sit up and come over here for me? I’ll show you exactly what I want.” He's already this worked up, he can hold out for a bit longer…

You shift in your seat and spread open your legs before settling on your knees in the middle. A large hand grips your inner thigh as his fingers trail further up until his hand is cupping your pussy under your dress. 

“Y’know how many conversations Oikawa and Matsukawa have had about you? How if they were your step brother… you’d technically not be related by blood so it wouldn’t be weird to fulfill all the fantasies they’ve had about you… I’m starting to think they’re onto something.” Rough fingers press even harder against you and by the way you pull your dress up even further, to a point where it's bunched around your waist, he can tell you’re on the same page. 

“You think about touching me? Doing all sorts of dirty things to me, hm?” Your hands play with the shorts strands of hair right above his ears and his eyes start to close as he leans into your touch. 

“Most of my thoughts are about you. It’s real fuckin’ annoying.” There's a smile on his lips when he says it. He knows that he’s more so annoyed with the fact that he hasn’t been able to do anything about it, but that’s all about to change right now. “You know, you were mumbling my name in your sleep… guess i’m not the only one who thinks about my step sibling.” 

There's a wicked smirk on his face and your cheeks start to redden, he thinks it’s a good look on you and he wants to fluster you even more. “Want me to keep touching you like this?” 

You nod your head in response, but that's not good enough. “Use your words, or else I stop.”

“Please… don’t stop. Want you to keep touching me.” You pull your hands away from his hair and bring them to your waist. Hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your thong and willfully pull it off yourself. 

You shift back in the passenger seat like you had before, pulling your knees to your chest and tugging your panties down until they’re hanging around your ankle. You raise your foot in front of his face, allowing him the honors to completely remove them from your body. 

He takes them off with a smirk before looking at you and quickly shoves them into his pocket. “Oh, I know you took my panties before…” you smile at him and bend your knees before opening your legs. “The teal g-string… I used to wear that pain to all your games, y'know.” 

There’s a redness in his cheeks that you hadn’t seen before. He starts to think about all the games you’d been to over the years, and each time you worse those. “Gonna keep these ones too then, start my own collection.” 

“You’re such a pervert…” you say the words but you don’t mean them, not when you’re sitting in the front seat of his truck with your legs spread wide open. There’s a silence between the two of you as he tries not to look down at your perfectly spread legs and what lies between. 

He can’t fight it off anymore when he sees your own fingers start to rub little circles around your clit. “I always thought your fingers would feel so much better than mine… wanna help me test that theory?” Now you’re the one with the smirk on your face. 

He squares his body to face yours, shifting just enough to where his hip and forearms rest on the seat. “Happily, but I've always wondered something too… wanna taste you first.”

You don’t have anytime to process or oppose the offer before he’s finally diving in between your legs. The flat of his tongue dragging all the way up before his lips wrap around your clit. The sudden pressure forces your hands into his brown roots and you don’t hesitate to tug roughly. Eliciting a groan from him that makes your legs shake. 

“’S so fuckin’ good” he growls into your pussy. You taste even better than he could’ve ever imagined.

If it wasn’t for his hands keeping your thighs in place, your legs would surely be threatening to close around his head. 

Every whimper and moan of his name from your lips is a dream come true. He never thought he’d be able to hear it for himself, and now that he has, he never wants it to stop. He’ll sneak into your room every night from here on out just to bury his face in between your legs if it means getting to hear you, and taste you like this. 

“H-hngh! Haji, your fingers.. Please…” 

You certainly don’t have to ask twice before he’s burying one finger inside of you. Curling it expertly as if he’s known that sweet spot all his life. 

He keeps his lips wrapped around your clit as his finger moves in and out of you in a slow drag. Pushing against your g-spot before pulling out and pushing back in again. 

“More. Gimme more. Please…” 

Fuck you sound so cute when you beg like this. He’s almost worried his words come out of his mouth instead of keeping them in his head. He wants to give you more, but not another finger. He wants you around him now. Your tight walls hugging his cock instead of his fingers. 

He pulls back before shifting in the middle seat, his mouth is slick and glistening with you all over his face. “You want more? Come get it yourself.” 

Even with all the tension, he’s still pushing you. Still playing into this little game, trying to see how far you’re willing to go. 

Your eyes are glossy and your mouth hangs open, but you move. Getting exactly what you want as you straddle your legs over his lap. Needily rocking your hips against his. 

He’s gotten himself so riled up that he’s not sure how much longer he can last. You steady yourself by holding on to his shoulders as you lower your lips to his neck. You can feel his jaw clench as he leans away from you, giving you all the access you want. 

Little kisses are pressed along the column of his neck until you reach his jaw and move your way across. You hadn’t realized how badly you wanted to kiss your step brother until his lips were right in front of yours. 

Your eyes meet for a brief second before there’s no longer any space between you. There’s a hum when you taste yourself on his lips and he thinks about how your lips really are as soft as they look. 

His hands are on your hips before he hooks his thumbs into his own sweats, trying to tug them down until you get the hint. When your hands move in to replace his, he snickers against your lips, “greedly little thing aren’t’cha?” He puts his hands back on your hips and lifts you just enough for you to slide his sweats and his boxers down to the middle of his thighs.

“Fuck– if I woulda known you were so eager for my cock, I would’ve done this so much sooner.” 

You don't offer any response, too focused on the leaking tip of his cock that's poking out between your legs. 

You spit in your hand before lowering it to wrap around his length, stroking him a few times until you can feel the weight of it in your palm, “t’s big…” He smirks at you before slapping your ass roughly, grinning even harder when he can feel the skin ripple in his lap. 

“You can take it… I know you can. You wanna be a good girl for your big brother, right?” 

You nod your head before moving your hips to line him up at your entrance. His tip is angry and leaking, he’s really not sure how long he’ll last once he’s finally inside of you. 

There’s a little resistance when his tip pushes inside of you and he throws his head back, internally telling himself that he made the right decision by only using one finger earlier. The feeling of your walls around him is suffocating in the best way, squeezing him tighter than he’s ever felt with anyone else before. 

The only thing on his mind is molding you to the shape of his cock so it’s the only thing you know. 

His head feels dizzy the lower you sink down and he moves a hand in between your bodies so his thumb can rub tight circles around your clit to ease the stretch. Little whines leave your lips with the added stimulation but it helps the last few inches slide right in and you’re fully seated on his lap. 

Your breaths are shallow and shaky and he wants more, “Rock your hips back and forth for me… c’mon, you can do it.” and you do, without question. You’d do anything for your big brother, even ride his cock in the front seat of his truck in the dead of night. 

He removes his hand and leaves a hot trail up your body with his fingers. Tracing the swell of your ass, over the curve of your hips to the dip under your breasts until he reaches your shoulders. He reaches for the thin straps still resting there and tugs them down. 

You turn your face into his touch and shrug your shoulders, helping ease the strap even further down until your top half is no longer covered. Man is he thankful you weren’t wearing a bra. He’s not sure he wouldn’ve had the patience to take that off without ripping it to shreds. 

“Fuckin’ perfect…” he whispers against your skin as he pushes your dress even further down so the whole thing bunches around your waist. He groans, finally able to fit both of your breasts in the palms of his hands. 

With each roll of your hips, your clit rubs against a neatly trimmed patch of hair at the base and your back arches further into his touch. His hands are greedy, twisting and tugging at your nipples while his tongue licks a fat stripe between the valley of your breasts. 

Your hands are just as desperate. Holding on to the hairs at his nape as if it was the only thing keeping you upright. The way you push his face even deeper into you doesn’t go unnoticed either. 

“Haji.. want more, please I–” 

He chuckles against your skin, he could get used to the sound of your voice when it’s so needy for him. “Gotta tell me what you want more of… or else I can’t give it to you.”

It’s so embarrassing, how much he’s making you beg for him. “Want you to go harder.. Need to feel it..” You try to lift your hips up and back down but he doesn’t allow you much room for any type of movement. 

He pulls one of your tits into his mouth and sucks eagerly on your nipple, rolling it harshly between his teeth before circling his tongue around it. He keeps his mouth put before moving his hands to your waist and lifting you up just enough for half of his cock to come out. 

He snaps his hips against yours and repeats the motion. A loud shriek fills the cabin of the truck before you're reaching behind him. Your hands find the back of the seat as you steady yourself while he bounces you on top of him, thrusting his own hips to meet yours and make his movements even more intense. 

There’s an incoherent babbling falling from your lips and he's not sure if it’s from the alcohol you consumed tonight or if you’re just cock drunk from how he’s fucking you right now. He hasn’t had a drop of liquor and he feels his own vision start to blur onces your walls start clenching around him.

“F-fuck! You feel s-so good Haji–! More! More!” 

His grip on your hips is impossibly tight and he feels as if he’s about to burst any second. He fucks you hard and fast, trying to get you to come undone before he does, but it’s too much. You’re hugging him too tightly and he can’t last another second. 

He does everything he can to lift you off of him so he has time to pull out, but you fight against his hold and settle your full weight into his lap. Burying him to the hilt as he cums right inside of you. Rope after rope filling you up. There’s so much that it’s starting to leak out and fall into his lap. 

You sit in his lap with your forehead pressed to his shoulder as you try to regain and steady your breath.

“You’re fuckin’ filthy… letting me fill you up like that…” 

You laugh against his skin before pulling away to look at him. There are beads of sweat above his eyebrows and a few rolling down his temple. Your delicate fingers swipe over them, wiping them away before smiling. 

“You woulda had a mess all over your truck… we wouldn’t want that. Plus, it would’ve been such a waste…”

All he can do is shake his head, trying to wrap his thoughts around everything that just happened. The internal battle he was having with himself earlier finally finds some revelation. He got to have you all to himself. Really have you. 

He’s not sure where the two of you go from here, but he’s not willing to give up everything he’s just had a taste of. He’ll find a way to keep his little step sister taken care of.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you and he pulls your straps back up and over your shoulders before he taps your thigh twice, signaling for you to climb out of his lap. He checks the time on the dash and he knows the two of you need to get back home. 

“Can you take me home and fuck me forreal?” If it weren’t for those big doe eyes you’re giving him, iwaizumi would have snapped back with some snarky comment or flipped you over in his front seat and taken you right there. 

“If I fuck you forreal you’ll wake the whole block up. Not sure Issei and Tooru would tolerate you interrupting their beauty sleep,” he claps back at you. 

“That’s fine, maybe they’ll wanna join too…” 

“You’re really in for it now.” Who would’ve thought his step sister would be the fucking death of him.

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[kira-fluff]

what would enemies to lovers be like with akaashi, kenma, ‘tsumu and suna? (separate)

a/n: ah, yes, you have discovered my favorite trope ;) tw: swearing, highly suggestive (it's impossible to write any of these without turning it into light nsfw), lowercase intentional, unnecessarily long for no reason length: 5.7k

enemies to lovers - haikyuu!! x reader

atsumu miya you hate him because he's the most annoying fucker you've ever been forced to meet. - why does it seem to be a rule that one twin always has to be the most annoying piece of shit you've ever met? and then there's osamu, the nice twin. why is there always an evil twin for every nice one? for every good thing there has to be something equally as bad - this was a simple rule in your life. you were lucky enough to be put in the same class as your good friend osamu, but unlucky enough to also be put in the same class as his twin, atsumu. it didn't take long for atsumu, in some twisted sense of jealousy over your attention for his twin rather than himself you presumed, to begin to make it his life mission to bother you as much as possible. unlike osamu, you weren't quite as gifted at letting insults roll off your back when a retort wasn't worth it. (i.e., during a lecture and atsumu is kicking the back of your chair and you don't have the patience to wait out his immature game so you swing around in your chair and tell him off just as the professor turns around). which may or may not have happened to you just a few hours ago, earning both you and the piss-blond-haired twin extra cleaning duties after classes were over. -

"ya still mad at me?" He Who Shall Not Be Named questioned. you sighed in exasperation, giving him a look that you hoped conveyed all of your rage and hatred. atsumu liked to be difficult, though, (which you should've guess honestly) and continued, "ya still haven't answered me" you sighed once more, ensuring you were as loud as possible to display your annoyance before answering, "i thought my expression gave it all away... to think i underestimated the depths of your stupidity," you added snidely. somewhere in the midst of your insult, he'd crept closer to you. in a poor case of judgment, you allowed your gaze to wander to his soft, brown eyes that peered at you - not with contempt, but with something else entirely. it took you by surprise. typically when you'd exchange quips (which you thankfully always had the upper hand in), he'd shout out in annoyance (because he couldn't think of something better to say, of course). yet, now, he was looking at you in a way that was completely foreign to you. you had yet to see this atsumu - the one who stared at you with a ghost of a smile on his mouth and a little glimmer in his eyes. as if snapping you out of your reverie, he suddenly said, "i like it when ya look at me like that." you swallowed. "look at you like what, miya?" his eyes flicked up to meet yours. "like ya don't hate me." stupidly, your eyes lingered on his lips once more. you scoffed, "whatever, miya. keep telling yourself that. let's finish cleaning up so i can finally go home." you turned so he couldn't see the light flush blooming on your cheeks. you missed his somewhat crestfallen expression. -

"kiss me, atsumu. kiss me and make me fall in love with you." dew dripped from your lips, your eyes heavy with lust as you looked at him. your fingers wandered up his torso, finding purchase on his broad shoulders. with a feather-like touch, you slid them up to the back of his neck, playing with the hairs at the nape. atsumu moaned below you - halfway through turning into a gasp as you leaned in, lightly brushing against his crotch in order to whisper, "i know how badly you've wanted this, 'tsumu." and fuck, he could hear the smirk in your voice. atsumu's eyes snapped open. the glaring red of his clock read "2:41 AM". atsumu groaned, slapping an arm over his eyes. another dream about you. he frowned at the tent in his pants. thank god atsumu's parents decided to separate his room with osamu's after they got into high school because of all of their fights or he'd never hear the end of it. he blushed imagining all the things he was probably saying in his sleep. you always had that obnoxious effect on him - catching him off guard. he's fairly certain nothing could've prepared him for the force that came with him falling for you. it wasn't as if he planned it - in fact - for many months he fought against the feelings he detected himself beginning to develop. you were like an itch that he couldn't get rid of. but you were slowly becoming less like an itch and more like a rash - spreading with a fiery intensity. he couldn't stop thinking about you.. which made it all worse because he knew just how much you couldn't stand him. don't get him wrong, you were annoying. so annoying. the way you've smile - a real genuine smile! - at his shitty brother, but the moment your eyes caught his own, your smile would fall. you were so irritating with your little giggle and your light touches on his twins arm when he'd made some snide remark about atsumu. you were so fucking obnoxious with the way you'd do something sweet unexpectedly and make him fall in love with you all over again. the way you'd fussed over him when he dislocated his shoulder after a heavy-handed serve.. or the way you'd sometimes even take his side of the argument between him and osamu (that was rare though). the annoying part of you was simply that you weren't annoying - there was nothing not to like about you, and yet you seemed to see right through all the false-positives of his personality, instead focusing on all the numerous flaws he had. believe him, atsumu knows he's not perfect, no matter how hard he'd strive to be so. but why did it hurt so much more when you tore him apart with your gaze and biting remarks? because it's you - his heart answered. -

osamu grinned at you, "told ya so." "you're so full of shit!" you gaped in denial, "it wasn't like that," you added softly. "'m tellin' ya, when i looked in ya classroom all i saw was this-," osamu proceeded to lean closer to you, sliding his hand near your own and doing his best mock-flirtation expression. you shoved him away, "whatever, 'samu!" you felt a heated presence on your back just as a voice coolly said, "havin' fun over here?" you nearly snapped your neck swiveling in order to look at none other than atsumu miya, arms crossed and gaze sharp. noticing his twin's apparent irritation, osamu smirked, "plenty. ya can leave now." atsumu's bicep flexed, presumably out of jealousy - was he really that desperate for his twins attention? you thought to yourself. you were shocked to feel a protective hand cover your shoulder. "i need 'ta borrow her for a second, actually." atsumu ground out through his teeth. osamu's grin only grew wider as he motioned his approval. atsumu's expression was unreadable as he urged you outside the classroom, into the unoccupied hallway. -

"is, uh, is there somethin' between ya and 'samu?" atsumu asked, mere seconds after you'd walked outside the classroom. you couldn't help the little laugh that slipped out of your mouth, noticing as his eyes squinted a bit more at this. "no, of course not! seriously, it's not like that 'tsumu- er- atsu-....miya." atsumu's eyes widened at the nickname. he took a step closer. "call me by that name from now on. i want ya to." you looked down, feeling embarrassed, but nodded. surprising yourself, you added, "i don't hate you...'tsumu." he was much closer now. "hey, uh, can i kiss ya?" you sighed against him, "please."

suna rintaro you hate him because no matter what, he always seems to have the best comebacks... yet never falters at your own. - suna is nearly impossible to shake. you have a tendency to automatically activate Sassy ModeTM whenever you're in the near vicinity of a guy - especially an attractive one. you recalled the moment you'd met him, during a mutual class he'd asked to borrow a pencil. without missing a beat, you couldn't help back your sour retort, "what kind of person forgets a pencil?" it was your innate defense mechanism that automatically made you come off as a huge bitch to any guy you met simply because you couldn't cope with the fact that you had no idea how to talk to men. yet, he'd only smirked, letting out a little chuckle, "what kind of person gets mad at a stranger?" "i'm not mad," you defended a tad too angrily. he stopped, still grinning, to gaze at you up and down. "you sure look like you're pissed." at this, you rolled your eyes and sighed, exasperated. "well maybe you just suck at reading people." this dude was really starting to annoy you. he sighed, "can i just have a pencil?" you sighed back and slam a pencil down on his desk before turning yourself back to facing the front of the classroom. from there, your run-ins with the dark-haired man seemed to triple. any chance he'd get, he'd find some way to irritate you into losing banter. he always had some obnoxious card of his sleeve. you missed the glances he'd steal at you when you weren't looking - a longing, desperate look. to suna, you were a little standoffish and a little bit defensive and rude, but he thought it was kind of cute how he could always catch you off guard. he'd pay good money to have a video of your sputtering after something witty or snarky he'd said in reply to your biting words. -

you sat at your desk. you were supposed to be doing your homework, but had long-since allowed your mind to wander. you knew it was childish, but you swore the next time you'd see him you'd trip him up with you words - something he took great delight in doing to you just about every occasion he was able. suddenly, an idea occurred to you - an idea that even suna hadn't thought up just yet. if it made you uncomfortable, it was bound to work. it was just crazy enough that it would definitely rattle him at least a little.. and for sure make him feel uncomfortable, maybe even disgusted. it was perfect. -

sure enough, the next day you ran into suna yet again. he was typically the one to force you into conversation and today was no different. he walked up to you oh-so-casually, a lazy grin adorning his face. "miss me yet, y/n?" you couldn't back your smug expression, "well... honestly, yes." you didn't give him to think as you grabbed his arm, purposefully squishing your boobs on either side of his arm, nuzzling your face lightly against him. you knew it was overkill, but if it even would possibly work, it was worth it. still, you avoided his gaze out of your own embarrassment. you only gazed up at him once you heard was sounded like choking sound then a soft, "what are you doing?" his expression shocked you - he was frowning, his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his lips down turned. you continued on, draping your arms over his shoulders, mimicking his lazy smirk. "just making you suffer for a little bit," you replied with a wink. you bit back a smile as he went completely speechless. he seemed to be a fish out of water, his mouth closing and opening. he settled for another question, ".....why?" you slowed your answer, gleefully taking in his tortured expression. before answering, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, batting them slowly. "because..." he gulped as you continued, leaning into his ear and whispering, "i win." you pulled back, expecting a look of disgust or hatred. instead, you were met with a face adorned with burning ears and cheeks, and an avoidant gaze. as if suddenly realizing you're distanced presence, he blinked out of his stupor. his voice was low as he said, "that's not playing fair," his eyes narrowing impossibly smaller. you leaned closer yet again, "how so? don't you always play dirty?" he sucked in a breath, "i can't decide if this is heaven or hell." suna wasn't usually one for cryptic, confusing messages, so his reply was quite abnormal. you weren't entirely sure you were supposed to respond. luckily, he continued, "you drive me so fucking crazy." as if forgetting to be hostile, you blinked, before replying with a curt, "likewise." he laughed at that, outright and just as obnoxiously as always. "you have no clue what i'm talking about." -

suna decided from then on to be as forward as possible, because fuck were you so beautiful. it was embarrassing the amount of times he'd wake up rock hard after dreaming of you. you made sure none of your conversations were easy.. but he really liked that about you. you were a challenge. and then you of course had to pull that great stunt. fuck, he was already in deep, and you had to go and pull him in further. "making him suffer"? he couldn't have said it better himself. it was impossibly hard to look at you knowing he couldn't have you. he'd sometimes catch himself staring at your lips and imagining the way they'd feel against his own. so many times he found himself having to hold back because you both knew you weren't into him at all. in fact, he was positive you despised him. that is, until the party. -

you were completely plastered - black-out drunk. he was worried about you, so he made a vow to watch over you for the rest of the night, making sure you were okay. you didn't make it easy on him. you hands were every where. on his arms, against his cheeks... it was unbearable. until you opened that venom-mouth of yours. "suna, sometimes i really like to just imagine what you'd look at me like if i wasn't just some joke to you.." you smirked stupidly, "rin-rin... you're so cute," you continued, squishing his cheeks together as his face grew hot. "rin-rin... i bet you kiss good.. and you'd probably treat your girlfriend right," you laughed, "unless it was me." he blanched. is this seriously what you thought of him? you bit your lit. "maybe sometime i'll surprise you again." you leaned in, alcohol on your breath, "maybe sometime i'll do something like this." you lightly brushed your soft lips over his own, eliciting a shocked gasp from him. he was trying to hold back.. you were drunk after all.. but fuck, if you wanted this? no. it's time for you to go home. he promptly slung you over his shoulder, carrying you to his car, thankfully sober. from there, he drove you to his home (he didn't even have your number). -

you awoke to a pounding headache and a sense of regret. and also, the smell of something yummy. you padded your way to the kitchen, at last realizing your surroundings were entirely unfamiliar. and there stood suna-fucking-rintaro at the stove, making what appeared to be souffle pancakes. at the sound of your footsteps, he turned around, seemingly aware of your hangover and softly greeted you, "good morning." you rubbed your eyes, replying with a stiff nod. as if it was the most casual thing ever, suna continued, "so, wanna go out with me?" your eyes widened and you were certain if you were holding anything you'd have dropped it, "what?" suna turned to you, taking in your figure liberally, "i remember what you said last night." your face turned ashen, "fuck... i'm sorry..?" he smirked, "no apologies." "i swear i was drunk as fuck." "being drunk doesn't change your morals." "this has nothing to do with morals, it has to do with judgment." "so you regularly feel up guys?" you frowned, "no. fuck. what did i do?" "too much," he sniffed, holding back a chuckle. you yet again didn't know how to reply. "are you asking me out as a joke? or...?" he plated the pancakes and turned around slowly, leaning against the cooling stove. "am i not allowed to genuinely like you? you already said i'm hot." "i did not!" you denied, feeling your cheeks redden. "tell that to your drunk-self last night." "well... so what if you're hot? your personality is ass!" he laughed out-right this time, "you wish." "where do you get all that obnoxious confidence from?" he pretended to think for a moment, "my hot bod...?" you threw the nearest object, which happened to be a crumpled up piece of paper, narrowly missing him, "shut up!" you laughed. he leaned closer, "go out with me, please? you'll have fun. promise i won't be as annoying, 'kay?" you mumbled, "you're not annoying" before you could stop yourself. "dinner at 7?" you nodded shyly. he grinned, "it's a date then. see you there... oh, and want some pancakes?" you laughed, "do i even have to reply?"

akaashi keiji you hate him because he's better at everything - better than you. it was so irritating. -

you were the top of your class every time exams rolled around - at least in middle school. not so once you began your high school career. you were proud of the work you put in. long hours spent studying seemed all to be worth it when you'd see your name as the number one spot on the exam results poster board. until you met him. akaashi keiji - top of your class - beating you sometimes by single percentage points. it became a bit of an obsession for yourself - you'd attend after school tutoring programs, you'd ask teachers for practice tests and spent your weight in workbooks. yet every. single. time. a test came.. you'd come in second. it grated on you... he was even in a sports club! how did he find the time to get such good grades, much less earn the spot at the top of the class?! what angered you more was the fact that whenever you saw akaashi, you never saw him studying. it was easy from there for you to assume he never did. nothing seemed to bother him beyond the overly energetic team captain of his volleyball club - and he was more like a little child akaashi cared for rather than a hindrance - it seemed. the worst part is that akaashi didn't seem to care at all. he did not match your competitive spirit. you recalled the numerous times you'd ask to see his grade following a test and he'd refuse to show you. it didn't take much for you to peek at his grade and see it was a perfect score, however. he never sneered at his better score or mocked you for trying so hard which some how pissed you off even more. because, if he wasn't mocking you, it was surely because he felt sorry for you. you loathed pity more than anything else. it was why you began to become so short with him, rolling your eyes when your eyes would meet in the hallway or scoffing at him whenever he'd catch your eye. another thing that pissed you off about akaashi was that he wasn't ugly. it would make you feel a lot better if he was some nerdy geek with zero social skills and zero friends to match but no - he was actually surprisingly popular. not in the way that he had some charismatic and showy personality, but let's just say that the girls in your class as well as the guys' eyes traveled toward the raven-haired boy more often than normal. the only thing the two of your had in common was your hatred for group projects. because of your high academic standing, the teachers seemed to see this as the perfect opportunity to put you in groups with the lowest achievers - who were often the bottom-of-the-barrel, laziest human beings you've ever met. it was easy to see in akaashi's expression whenever he was assigned with one of those individuals that he was less than thrilled. and for once, you felt a bit of empathy for him, being in the same situation yourself. -

your teacher stood at the front of the class, "alright, group projects - two partners only - and this time.." he paused for effect, "i'm letting you choose your group partner." the class erupted into quiet chattering as both your and akaashi's hands shot up. "yes, akaashi?" tell me you have favorites without telling me you have favorites, you thought. "can i please work alone?" you blinked in surprise, "sensei, me too. can i work alone? i promise i'll do all the work that two group people--" your teacher interrupted the both of you with a tut, "since both of you want to work alone, why don't the both of you work together instead?" the way your teacher's expression showed, he acted as if he was a genius rather than a brainless idiot. seriously? a group project with akaashi? at least he'd do his work.. but probably not without micromanaging the entire thing because he doesn't think you're smart enough. akaashi sighed, as if partnering up with you was the last thing he'd ever want to do, which was pretty rude considering the fact that you do have the second highest grades in your grade level. moving over to you, he motioned to his notebook, "i guess this is the best we're going to get, y/n-san. how would you like to divide up the work?" you grimaced at his strict formality of speaking, but answered nonetheless which parts you'd do - which, by habit, was almost the entire project. to your surprise, however, akaashi said, "that's too much, y/n. i'll do my share of the work, too." then, he scribbled out your name under a unit, instead writing his own and indicating he'd do the presentation itself. you were hoping he wasn't volunteering because he remembered how badly you shook the last time you had to present in front of the class. -

strangely enough, your work together went by incredibly smoothly. you worked well off each other and heeded each other's suggestions in order to enhance your presentation further. when you'd go off on a spiel about a particular subject, he'd listen attentively with an admittedly, obnoxiously, handsome little smile on his face. it was then, you decided, that maybe akaashi wasn't entirely so bad even though he was better at everything.. better than you. you recalled the night you'd spent together at your house, finishing the last touches on the presentation slides when you'd found yourself drifting off into sleep. you woke up to a dark room with a blanket draped over you and a note on the table. "i'll see you at school tomorrow. sleep well. - A.K." your cheeks heated, imagining your embarrassing sleeping face. meanwhile, akaashi held back a smile as he turned the key in the knob of his apartment. cute. -

it wasn't until the end of your project together that you realized that you did not hate him - not even in the slightest. rather, it was the opposite. you'd seen the akaashi with his big glasses and dark circles under his eyes, you'd seen ranting akaashi going on about how frustrating it was when he couldn't get a set just right in volleyball, you'd seen upset akaashi after the day that his cat died... and all of it felt like special knowledge that only you knew about. you were the only one who got to see this side of akaashi that he hid under his deep composure. he was so sweet and kind. and you're in love. shit. -

akaashi never asked you why you disliked him, but he was much happier now that the two of you were.. dare i say... friends. his eyes lit up whenever he saw you enter the classroom and you often exchanged inside jokes to each other. with akaashi, becoming "lovers" wasn't something that was asked.. it was all of a sudden like the two of you were holding hands and exchanging looks. all of a sudden all of the things that akaashi wanted to do for so long.. he was able to do. and he did.

kenma kozume you hate him because he's so... apathetic. -

kenma is an anomaly. most of the things that excited your other classmates seemed to even bring him slight annoyance. you're a bright, cheerful thing so it's no wonder you started to dislike him. being the class representative meant you had to hype up the entire class toward events they were required to go to and participate in, yet kenma almost never showed up. you tried everything. after finding out his affinity for gaming, you tried to incorporate it into event ideas but they either got shot down by other classmates quickly, or didn't even seem to spark interest in the pudding-head. how were you supposed to do your job as the class representative if not everyone was on board? you had to admit you have a problem with saying "no" to people. the reason you became class representative in the first place (besides your bubbly personality), was because everyone voted you as the representative, and you didn't have the heart to turn them all down. the teachers were aware of this, and how reliable you were, so you also found yourself doing menial tasks for the faculty as well. but what could you say? you liked to feel helpful, and useful, and reliable. well that, and your crippling view of constant self-inadequacy... but we don't talk about that. you were broken out of your trance by a quiet mumble, "you should just say 'no' when they ask you to do that stuff." it was none other than pudding-head himself. it took you by surprise, his interest in something other than the game he was secretly playing under his desk. you looked at the stack of paperwork on your desk - the delivery girl needed to head off to the faculty room. you - you is delivery girl. you sighed, but stubbornly replied, "i think it's fun! i want to be helpful and i think it's nice to participate in things... unlike some people." you glanced out of the corner of your eye, hoping for a reaction. there was none. it's not that you hated him.... it was more like a strong dislike for his apathy. without looking up from his game, he seemingly ignored you, if not for the small shake of his head. -

"hey kenma! kenma, kenma!" you cheered, "wanna come to this super exciting, super fun, super amazing christmas party?!" you nudged him, trying to infect him with your joy. "sounds like a hastle," he grumbled. you pouted, "you're no fun... please? please, kenma, you never go to these things!! i really want you to and sensei is worried about you too he says that if you don't go to an event this year that he'll make my life a living hell pleaseeee-" "why is that your responsibility?" "please, kenma!! your friend kuroo-senpai can come, too! aren't you guys close? and, and, you can bring your game!" you pleaded. kenma let out a long suffering sigh before saying, "fine." -

the christmas party was booming, loud, obnoxious music was playing while surprisingly sober boys sang off-key into the karaoke machine. everything was going off without a hitch.. but kenma was no where to be seen. you grumbled, upset that you didn't rope him into getting his number so you could spam the call button until he picked up. you started wandering around, asking if anyone had kenma's number so you could beg him to show up, but unsurprisingly, no one had it. you hadn't realized it until now - how no one in your class seemed to be that close to kenma at all. the only known friend you'd seen him have was the tall third year, kuroo tetsuro, who was also the volleyball captain. they seemed like complete opposites, so you wondered how they came to be friends. suddenly, an idea popped in your head. if no one had kenma's number, maybe someone had kuroo's? it was a long shot, but you were willing to try anything. you told yourself it was because you didn't want to disappoint your teacher... but deep down you knew you really wanted kenma to come. in a weird way, the class didn't seem complete without him there... ignoring everyone and playing his game. a part of you disliked him, you realized, because he was able to be so uncaring, unlike you. it was annoying, but in some ways you wish you could be as uncaring of what other people thought of you and what people expected of you. you broke out of your reverie - "yeah, i have kuroo-senpai's number." a guy chimed in, showing you his phone. you let out a little sound of excitement, earning a few chuckles from your classmates as you hurriedly typed in the number on your phone. the number rang twice before the unfamiliar voice of kuroo tetsuro rang though, "hello?" you gasped, "hi! is this kuroo tetsuro-senpai?" there was a pause, "...yes?" "ah, uhm, this is y/n-chan! from class 2-B! i was wondering.. well, you're friends with kenma-kun, right? he said he'd come to the christmas party with you but he's not here and i really wanted him to come but don't tell him i said that!" you took in a deep breath. "oh, y/n-chan, huh?" you could sense a smile in his voice, "kenma didn't forget, we're actually on our way right now." there was some dialogue you couldn't hear on the other side of the phone, so you just said, "awesome! thank you!!" there was a laugh and then a "see you there" before you both hung up. it was honestly kind of embarrassing how excited you were that kenma didn't forget and that he was actually coming to the party. it was simply because your teacher told you he had to come, of course - there was no other reason for your excitement. sure enough, not even five minutes later, a tall, black-haired man waved over to you, the ever-familiar face of kenma kozume trailing behind him... with no game in sight. you'd be a fool not to suspect he had one stored away in a pocket, though. you couldn't hold back your impulsive excitement as you let out a little scream, barreling onto kenma in a big hug. the party-excitement must've been getting to you, you thought. "kenma, you came!! i'm so excited!!" his eyes widened comically as he exchanged a helpless glance at kuroo who was turned away, covering his mouth to hide his laugh. kenma eyed you up and down before noticing your expectant gaze, and quickly turned his head and looked away. you didn't miss the light flush of his cheeks as he let out a small, "you look nice." you couldn't hold back your big smile at his compliment, gushing about how you could live another day without your teacher breathing down your neck as you grabbed onto his arm, ushering him over to a table of food and pointing at all the dishes. throughout the night, the surprising part was kenma's keen interest whenever you spoke. when other classmates greeted him or tried to start a conversation, he gave short, clipped answers and dry replies. but whenever you talked, he looked right into your eyes with such concentration that you wondered if there was something on your face. -

you found that you and kuroo had a lot of things in common as well, both being go-getter personalities, you shared a lot of stories and traits. you swore you even saw a ghost of a smile on kenma's face as kuroo exchanged a story about their youth - apparently they were childhood friends! somewhere along the talk, it began to quiet down as people trickled out, each leaving as it was getting closer to midnight. yet, strangely, you were enjoying your conversation. kenma had talked more than you thought he'd ever spoken in his life, adding additional details to kuroo's stories or correcting them (beginning a short argument over who had the right version of the story), and even telling some stories of his own. you missed the lovesick look kenma gave you when you gushed over your favorite hobbies and some entertaining stories of your own, recalling the time you had to drag kenma into the culture festival room in order to be dressed up as a samurai. you began to realize that maybe kenma wasn't bad at all. you noticed when classmates tried to talk to him, he'd unconsciously begin wringing his hands. he was socially anxious, and you couldn't believe you didn't realize it before. you felt bad for trying to force him to go to events until he suddenly said, "thank you. for always inviting me to stuff. usually the reps give up on me after a few months." you couldn't hold back a big smile, "i'm glad you came tonight. this was fun." kuroo not-so-subtly glanced back and forth between the two of you. "so... kenma.. y/n-san... when are you two going out?" you nearly spit out your drink as kenma shot a lethal glare at his best friend. kuroo, unaffected, smirked back. you flushed, "i.. uhm, well.." you let out an awkward laugh, "well, if you--" kenma sighed, "just ignore him." looking at you regretfully. you frowned. but it's now or never, right? you looked up at kuroo, "well," you began, "if, hypothetically, kenma wanted to go on a date with me..." you cleared your throat, "i wouldn't say no." all of your courage was gone, so you quickly stood up, practically dashing to the exit of the karaoke bar, but a gentle hand caught you just as you reached the door. kenma avoided your gaze but said, "you didn't let me reply." you blinked in surprise. he continued, "i'll see you at 3pm tomorrow?" you nodded, flabbergasted. what just happened? you could scarcely hear the raucous laughter of the bed-headed third year in the background of your racing heart.

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[vainilla-milk]

winner

pairing: Iwaizumi x Fem! Reader

tags: drabble, sfw, fluff

"You don't have to accept if you don't want to" you say nervously to your boyfriend, only to then give your dad a threatening look.

"I accept the challenge because I want to" he smiles at you rolling up the sleeves of his arms.

Your dad smiles mischievously, much to your disgrace. 

Tonight was going to be special because you were finally formally introducing Iwaizumi as your boyfriend to your parents. Dinner should have gone smoothly as you watched your mom and dad give the volleyball player approving glances. 

Unfortunately, you mentioned that Hajime is the current Aoba Johsai arm wrestling champion. 

Your dad, like a good pain in the ass, decided to strut about how he was also an arm wrestling champion in his youth.  It all culminates in him challenging Iwaizumi to see who really is the champion at the table.

You are now with your heart pounding watching both men adjusting their arms and hands before they begin to struggle. 

"I don't intend to hold back" you hear him say. 

Iwaizumi proudly answers you with the same fervor. 

The arm wrestling begins, very evenly matched, but you see your boyfriend begin to pull your dad's arm down. The older one recovers and begins his turn to change the course of the match. 

A few more seconds pass, Iwazumi again rallies.

He finally wins.

"It's over, there's already a champion. Let's stop this" you suggest, only to be ignored. 

"Again!" your father exclaims excitedly. 

Of course, Iwaizumi could think of nothing better than to oblige him. 

"I'll keep winning!" he replies. 

The night progresses, you witness both men fooling around with different challenges. Your mom laughs and tells you that at least you are now certain that they have approved of your new partner.

"Your dad's cool," he tells you the next day at halftime.

You look at him almost frivolously.

"Hmm... I guess so."

Hajime notices your emotional distance, so he decides to close the physical distance before speaking.

"Are you upset because I got along with your father?"

You glance sideways at him before averting your gaze, but you don't reach to pull away because he grabs your arm.

"I'm not upset that you got along with him," you reply, your voice low. "But don't be so complacent, sometimes he just likes to annoy."

His gaze turns inquisitive as he begins to grin annoyingly. 

"Sure, I'll pretend you were annoyed by that and not that I was a while competing against him" he pulls you closer to his body as he speaks. "I remind you that every time you go to my house you stay talking for hours with my mom."

"It's different" you reply quickly.

Iwaizumi laughs closing the distance with a hug. As you still refuse to look at him, he deposits small kisses on your temple before releasing you again.

"The important thing is that we get along, I thought he'd want to kick my ass just to exist and be with you."

You smile, making an effort not to let out a giggle. Hajime realizes.

Making you laugh will always be his best victory.

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[violette-hue]

His First Time Headcanons with: Daichi, Iwaizumi, and Ushijima (w/ fem!reader)

Minors do not interact

Requests are open!

Daichi

Daichi’s first time won’t be until he feels secure. So probably after college

He’d be super paranoid of any consequences that might come after (i.e. pregnancy)

He also wouldn’t have sex with anyone unless he’s in a long term, committed relationship with them

Would definitely have a talk with you beforehand about protection (are you using condoms or not, are you on the pill, etc)

Daichi would ask multiple times if you okay and if you still wanted to do this

No matter how many times you would give your consent, he’d ask again, just to make sure

“You can say no at any time, okay?”

“Daichi, please just fuck me already.”

He’d feel kinda offended that you referred to sex as fucking. He’d go into detail about how this was making love, and honestly that would melt your heart

He’s so gentle the first time

He’d make sure you finished at least once before he finished 

He’d ask you a lot of “do you like this?”

First time with Daichi would be missionary, he wants to see your face as he goes into you for the first time

Afterwards there’d be a lot of cuddles and he’d play with your hair

He’s not one to ask for affirmation if he did well or not, but he’d definitely drop hints about it

Iwaizumi

His first time triggered a fuck boy phase

He wouldn’t really care if he was in a relationship or not, to be honest

But bonus points if he is in one

He’d act super confident, but on the inside he’d worrying so much

Surprisingly, he’s very insecure

Even more so if his partner has already had sex before

Watched a lot of porn to prep, even maybe did a few moves in the mirror

He uses a condom no matter what, even if his partner is on the pill

This man will not take any chances on knocking someone up

His level of gentleness completely depends on his partner, but he’s seen enough porn to believe he likes it rough

He won’t pull your hair unless you ask him to

His first time would be doggy style. He’s too nervous and lowkey insecure to do missionary

He’d want his partner to be very vocal so he can gauge whether he’s doing something right or not

Afterwards, he’ll straight up ask if it was good and what he could have done differently

He knows sex is all about preference, but the more he knows the better

Ushiiima

This poor man

He’s so busy, sex is the last thing on his mind

Ushijima won’t have sex for the first time with anyone but his partner, and that’s only because his partner is the one to bring it up

He’s so red when they bring it up though, and he’s so confused at the same time

“Has the thought of doing...it....ever crossed your mind?”

“Doing what?”

“Y’know...it.”

“...It..?”

You’d sigh loudly and cover your face or look away. “Sex...”

“I  see.”

His face? A tomato. 

He wouldn’t know what to do, he’d be so nervous

His first time would be his partner on top, but midway he’d switch to missionary

I’m not saying this man would go ham his first time, but he would get carried away

He just felt so good

He’d cum inside you, and when you freak out (because this most likely was unprotected sex) he’d freak out with you

Is so supportive and goes with you to get a plan b. And condoms, because that’s not happening again

Except it probably does, because pregnancy is the last thing that’s on his mind when he’s fucking you

Requests are open!

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[natashawritesstuff]

Hii :)) can i request oikawa having his bday and he's only paying attention to his ex who visited and reader feels left out so she decides to walk out but he don't notice until friend tells him abt it??

If there was one thing you learned in your years of being with Oikawa Tooru, anything involving the Great King requires a grand celebration.

 You met him when you were a sophomore in college. You were studying abroad in Argentina and your roommate, who’s lived there her whole life dragged you to a volleyball game and that’s where you saw him; and somehow, he saw you too. And as they say and all famous love stories: the rest is history. 

You dated for four years and even moved in together, before you graduated college and went back to Japan, doing a year and a half long-distance. Oikawa had never hated being apart from someone so much and knew this meant you were special and proposed. 

Now, both twenty-six and together again. You’re laying on the couch in your shared home on the coast when he asks you, “do you want to come back to Japan with me?”

“What?”

He was standing over by the balcony but now drops down next to you on the couch saying, “I mean the Olympics are coming up and I was going to leave a few weeks early to catch up with everyone and I think you should meet my friends. Plus, my birthday is in the middle of the games so maybe we could all do something?”

“Uh... I don’t know. I feel like I’d be kinda out of place with all of your friends and none of mine.”

“It’s always gonna be like that if you never meet them. But hey, you can even bring Eliana, you’re old roommate, I’ll pay.”

“That’s a lot to do and I still-”

“Please,” he begs, making his eyes as big as possible, “I wanna show off my fiance to everyone. And I don’t want you to miss my twenty-seventh birthday, I won’t have fun unless you’re there.”

“I-”

“Please.”

“Fine-”

“Yay!” he cheered and began peppering kisses all over your face. 

So that was how you ended up back in Japan, surrounded by muscular men, with your college best friend Eliana as she tried to not drool. 

“Close your mouth,” you suggest. 

“Shittykawa’s gonna be here in fifteen, hurry up with the decorations!” Iwaizumi screams. 

“Who is that?” Eliana gawked. 

“Iwaizumi Hajime, he’s an athletic trainer-”

“And hot-”

“And off-limits,” you warn.

“But-”

“Down girl.”

“Oi, Y/N!” Iwaizumi calls, “over here.”

“I hate you so much,” Eliana whispers and you roll your eyes before walking over to him. 

“Hey.”

“Wow,” he whispers.”

“What?”

“Nothing, nice to finally meet you in person.”

“You too, he talks a lot about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“I…no,” you wince. 

“Figured, anyway, you’re gonna go pick him up right?”

“Yeah, I was just about to leave.”

“Great, just to warn you though, this parties gonna be pretty big, and he was pretty popular in school so-”

“Oh, I know all about his fangirls. I’ll be fine.”

“No, um- his ex is coming.”

“The ex?”

“Yeah.”

You know her name is Fumi. That they dated his third year in high school, that the only time cried over something besides volleyball was when they broke up. That she’s apparently just as beautiful as ever according to Matuskawa and according to Hanamaki, she’s still single. 

“Oh,” you say, almost cheerfully. “Great!”

You pick Oikawa up, almost crashing the car several times due to how much your hands were shaking. Somehow you manage to get both of you there alive and he quickly gets out of the car to open the door for you on your side, He grabs your hand, pulls you out of the car, and interlocks your fingers. 

“I got you,” he promises with a small smile and your heart warms believing him.

“Okay.”

You walk into the restaurant together, and loudly everyone yells, “surprise!”

His smile widens and lets out a pure laugh and turns back to you, “you planned this.”

“Hey, we all did!” Matsukawa argues but Iwaizumi nudges him. “But she did most of it.”

“One hell of a fiance you got there,” Iwaizumi says, 

“Don’t I?” he agrees, planting a kiss on your cheek. 

The party goes off without a hitch and with a few drinks in, most of the old Aoba Johsai team is sitting around a table with you comfortably placed on Oikawa’s lap.

“So how’d you two meet?” Kindaichi asks and Oikawa smiles. 

He looks up at you making eye contact as he answers, “it was the first game of my second season out in Argentina, and I had already known Eliana because her school was nearby where we trained so we were pretty good friends. So I invite her to the game and she comes with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen-”

“Oh really, I don’t remember that.”

Oikawa turns away from you to look at the end of the table where the voice was coming from, “Fumi, hi,” Oikawa greets her. 

“Aww, I wanted a little more than that from the birthday boy,” she pouts. 

He sighs, tapping your thigh, a signal for you to get up and you do. Oikawa stands up and walks over to give her a hug and you could have sworn she inhaled to smell him. 

“It’s been too long, buy me a drink?” she asks but before he could answer, she’s already dragging her over to the bar. 

You figure he would talk to her for around five minutes, but five turns into ten then fifteen, and eventually forty-five minutes. 

“You okay?” Iwaizumi asks and you nod.

You look over to the pair, both laughing loudly; he was having fun and you weren’t. 

“Um…I think I’m gonna go,” you announce. 

“What? Why?” Hanamaki asks. 

“Why do you think?” Iwaizumi wonders, nodding over to the exes, and then Hanamaki understands. 

“Shit,” he mutters, “it was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“Do you need me to take you somewhere?” Iwaizumi offers and you shake your head. 

“I got her,” Eliana assures him, getting up with you and you both take your leave. 

Fumi happily watches you go, a small smile appearing on her lips when you do.

“I’m gonna go freshen up,” she says, excusing herself and he nods eagerly. 

The moment she’s out of sight, he slumps over the counter in exhaustion before getting up and going back to his table. 

“How did I ever date her? She’s so annoying,” he says and the boys laugh.

“Guess you’re glad you found Y/N, huh,” Atari asks. 

“Am I ever. Where is she, by the way? I can barely take all this without her.”

“She left dumbass,” Iwaizumi tells him. 

“What?”

“Yeah, I guess she doesn’t enjoy seeing you flirt with your ex for an hour.”

“I wasn’t flirting I was-” “Yes, he was,” Fumi says, returning from the restroom and sitting down on his knee. By instinct, he pushes her off and she dramatically falls. 

“What the hell!”

“Don’t do that.”

“You let that bi-”

“My fiance can do whatever she wants, and I’m going to go find her.”

You and Oikawa didn’t know each other when you both lived in Japan. But he listens to you well enough to know where you’d go when you’re back home. 

“Hey,” he says softly, finding you on a park bench by the lake. 

“Hi,”  you whisper. 

He sits down next to you, clearly hiding something behind his back but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“I-”

“That was so embarrassing.”

“I know-”

“No you don’t, you didn’t have you watch your fiance forget you about while talking to his ex for an hour. You didn’t have to leave in the middle of a party you threw like a rejected teenage fangirl, you didn’t have to feel like a fucking third wheel in your own relationship. You don’t know, so don’t pretend as you do.”

He pauses for a long time before responding, “I am so sorry and I am a piece of shit for making you feel like I abandoned you. But… if it makes you feel better, I hated the party as much as you.”

“What?”

“I wasn’t joking when I said I don’t have fun unless you’re there.”

“You were laughing.”

“I was fake-laughing. I swear I was miserable every second you weren’t by my side,” he confesses and you hate to admit it but you smiled. 

“Good,” you huffed. 

“But hey, it’s still my birthday,” he points out and you turn over to him he pulled a cupcake with a singular candle out from behind his back. 

You roll your eyes, asking, “lighter?” 

He takes on out of his pocket gives it to you and you light the candle. He blows it out quickly then looks up at you. 

“What’d you wish for?”

“I can’t tell you that, it won’t come true,” he teases and you laugh as he wraps his arm around you.

“Whatever.”

“Hey, I really love you,” he tells you. 

“Shut up.”

“Don’t be mean! I mean it.”

“Then I love you too,” you say smiling, leaning further into him. “Happy birthday, love.”

Oikawa’s never going to directly tell you his wish. But the long answer, is he wished for more nights like these. Just the two of you and the stars, He wished to see you in his jersey more. He wished to hear you scream out his name at games.  He wished for you to snuggle into his chest on early mornings asking for five more minutes. He wished for late nights where he takes off your makeup gently because you’re too tired to do it yourself. He wished for a lot of things. Too many things to remember, but what he will never forget is that one year, he wished to find someone like you. And only because he never said his wish aloud, did it come true.

this was my first request!! ahh hope you liked it <3

(hope this makes up for happy birthday)

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